[ Chapel goes, not without a quick, incisive glance at him. He doesn't need it. La'an had been smiling when she left; now she looks like she's been hollowed out, and there's a redness to her eyes he doesn't like.
Once the door closes and they're alone, he reaches a hand to her, eyebrows drawing together in consternation. ]
La'an. What happened?
[ Did her captain wind up disappointing her with his reaction? Did he dress her down for the unspeakable crime of saving not only his life, but this whole damn timeline?
Damn this biobed and his injury; he can't even push himself up to sitting. The best he can do is hope she takes his hand and talks to him. ]
[ Suddenly, horribly, she's grateful that James is bedridden at this particular moment. Maintaining her composure is only possible with distance, both physical and emotional, and she manages that by staying just out of his reach. It twists that knife further, certainly, but it's that or break apart again, perhaps so thoroughly that she can't put the pieces back together again. No, there's only one thing he could possibly do to help her, and it's the one thing she can't ask from him, he can only give it to her himself. ]
I had a... visitor. I'll fill you in when the captain arrives, but in the meantime, there are things you... need to know, in order to understand the full context of... [ Her words are as stiff as her movements while she activates the lightweight PADD and holds it out for his reaching hand to take. The file open on the screen is a formal summary of the crimes of Khan Noonien-Singh, the monster from whom she'd received her cursed genetics and her name. ]
[ He takes the PADD from her – what else is there to do? – and turns it in his hand, frowning harder as he looks at the screen, at the name on it. Infamous, she'd said, when he was teasing her about her name, and now, as he scrolls through the text and images, as his brows draw ever more tightly together, he can see why.
Thirty million dead. Earth ravaged by war. In some ways, it's not so different from the history he knows so well... it's just that the perpetrators are different.
There's too much here to read, to take in all at once, but even a cursory skim makes it clear why she'd reacted the way she had to that name at the black site, why she'd been so surprised and gratified when he had no idea who her ancestor was. Jim looks up at her, the bemused frown still tucked between his brows, and takes in the tension in her shoulders, the way she's holding herself like she expects to have to take a hit. ]
La'an...
[ He's never not known what to say, but then, he's never been presented with anything quite like this before, either. The best he can manage, as he latches onto his gut instinct is: ]
I'm sorry. But –
[ He shakes his head, grimacing as he tries to find the words for the what he's certain of, deep in his gut. ]
[ While he reads, she tries not to watch him despite wanting desperately to analyze every microexpression that crosses his handsome face. She stands at attention, her hands behind her back, but every muscle within her is tensed as her body struggles not to enter a fight or flight state. Fear and dread and the worst anxiety she's experienced in years vie for dominance within her, and for a few moments, she really does wonder if she might be physically ill.
She's preparing for the worst and expecting nothing less. His time's views on genetic modification were never made clear to her, and she has no idea if there were other atrocities that replaced what Khan had orchestrated. If James has personal ties to something like that, an ancestor who suffered... There's no part of her expecting things to continue on as they had been. She hopes, yes, but hope is like dreams; they're things you wake up from in order to face reality.
He speaks and she nearly flinches, that I'm sorry feeling like a swinging axe. But it doesn't land, and her hope swells more than it has any right to. ]
There are many in this time who don't see it that way. Genetic modification is not viewed kindly by the Federation because of my ancestor and those with modifications are not permitted to join Starfleet.
[ His frown is going absolutely nowhere. It might be permanently furrowed into his brow after this conversation. ]
But your captain sees it that way. Doesn't he?
[ He must, considering the way La'an had spoken of him earlier, with so much assurance and admiration. And the Starfleet she'd spoken of with so much feeling, so much faith – surely it hasn't alienated her due to a quirk of ancestry. She's his first introduction to Starfleet, and in his opinion, he can't imagine he could have had a better ambassador.
But things aren't so simple, apparently. Even in this utopia. ]
Your crew? They have your back?
[ Is she surrounded by friends? Or by people who'll test her at every turn? There's no doubting her ancestor was a monster, but that was generations ago. She can't possibly be the only person in Starfleet able to trace their lineage back to someone unsavory. ]
[ She wishes she could go back in time again to when they were laughing and smiling together in sickbay. Everything was easier then, even with the crushing weight of what could have been and nearly was. She wants to feel that brush of happiness again, hold it close to etch its memory on her heart. But there is no going back, and she has to face the present just like always. ]
Captain Pike trusted me from the moment he first met me. He trusted my instincts, my expertise. [ There's something in speaking about Chris that has a calming effect on her, a tiny amount of tension easing from her muscles as fondness again threads through her words. ] Even when I kept information from him due to my own distrust, he offered me a commission on the Enterprise. Because of that, this ship has become my home, and her crew, my family. They're the first I've had in a very long time.
[ He'll need to be told about that too. Another peek behind the curtain of what makes her tick. Another chapter in the tragic history of La'an Noonien-Singh. Another opportunity for his opinion of her to change, though she's not as worried about him seeing her as a victim. Surely, he's seen enough to know that she's fully capable despite her past trauma. ]
[ If all that's true, it can't be the context she'd first told him he needed. Why give him this information now, right before they meet with her captain? She could have waited, told him later, once he's had a chance to heal and to settle in, but she didn't. Which means it's related, somehow, to what she has to tell the Captain.
Jim lowers the PADD to the biobed and studies her closely. ]
This is about the name at that black site, isn't it? Your name. This name.
[ He gestures with the PADD, then offers it back to her, wondering. If she hadn't brought him back, and thus needed to explain him to her captain, would she have had to explain about the site at all? The UEF hadn't had any time travel regulations; he's not sure what she might be dealing with in order to do her duty here. ]
[ Beneath all that suave charm and ridiculous humor, he really is an exceptionally intelligent man. She's not at all surprised when he puts the pieces together on his own, connecting dots with what little information he has. Ever since they'd met on his Enterprise, he's rolled with the punches, facing each strange new situation with the same resiliency. With a mind like that, he truly wasn't meant to be a soldier.
Taking a deep breath, she nods and takes the PADD back, holding it behind her back while her head lowers slightly into her usual stance. ]
Yes. The Romulan operative was there to kill Khan in order to prevent the age of enlightenment that followed his atrocities and led to the founding of the Federation. When her plan to destroy the cold fusion reactor failed, she forced me to open the door to where Khan was being held. [ Her expression tightens, betraying just how conflicted she is over what happened only hours ago. ] He was just a little boy.
[ Therein lies the difference between her time and his: in his world, the atrocities never really ended, did they? Humanity destroyed their planet and took their war to the stars, where the Romulans had ensured they would find no allies.
Or want any. He thinks of the Vulcan commander who had hailed Enterprise right before he and La'an found themselves tossed back into time, and feels a confused pang of uncertain regret. Useless, when neither commander nor war exists any longer. And he couldn't have made a different call at the time, even if he'd wanted to.
But the trade-off for saving the human race from the never-ending war that was his time was... what, to save a future despot, a warlord responsible for the deaths of millions of people?
He stares at her as what she's saying sinks in, as he suddenly understands the reason for her worry, her tension. ]
A little boy... who grew up to be a monster. But a monster this timeline needed, in order to exist, right?
[ She'd said it herself. 'Led to the founding of the Federation.' ]
Yes. [ She says it softly, hating how true it was but not being able to deny it. It's why she'd made the choice she had. ] She offered me a chance to live in a timeline where I wasn't hated and feared because of my name. But I couldn't sacrifice the future of humanity just to make my life a little easier.
[ Anxiously shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she changes her stance, crossing her arms tightly in front of her with her shoulders slightly hunched. If she could curl up in a ball and hide from the world for just a little while, she would, but that's simply not an option right now. ]
I killed someone to protect a monster. And I know it needed to happen, the agent from Temporal Investigations made it clear I did the right thing, but it doesn't feel that way. It feels like I condemned thirty million people to die.
[ Part of his reasoning is a little selfish, maybe – he doesn't want to feel like he chose to destroy his whole timeline and everyone in it – but they're human. It's only natural to be a little selfish. ]
You made a choice to spare a child. The man that child became, he made his own choices, La'an. He could have chosen to remember the time someone spared him, and opted for mercy when he had the chance, but he didn't. That's still on him.
[ Jim shakes his head as firmly as he can, while it's against a biobed pillow. His voice, at least, he can make as assertive as if he were standing in front of her, asking her not to block him out with those crossed arms of hers. ] Not on you.
[ Or maybe he remembered the woman who spared him and then left him there, and that's what made him turn away from mercy. She doesn't say those words, but they're carved deep within her, adding to the unbearable weight of guilt she already carries. It's a weight she's learned to live with, though, and for every life she saves, it gets a little lighter. A life saved to atone for a life lost.
For the first time since they started this discussion, La'an looks at James properly, meeting his gaze and taking in that determined face that's both commanding and pleading for her to listen. And she wants to, she really does. Maybe if she pretends long enough, she'll actually believe it one day.
Taking the few steps needed to cross the space between them, she lowers her arms and finally takes his hand. She's so tired, her exhaustion bone-deep, but her expression softens when she feels the warmth of his skin. He's alive and safe because of the choice she made. Maybe that can be enough for now. ]
[ She takes his hand, and he curls his fingers around hers, studying her for a moment before he grins, cheeky. ]
Oh, don't thank me yet. I'm almost definitely going to be an enormous pain in the ass of your Federation. Like I told you before: I'm not sure any universe is big enough for two mes.
[ He's acting the clown for them both, right now: she needs to see it, and he needs to feel it, otherwise he's going to lose the fragile hold he currently has on himself. ]
I ought to be thanking you, in advance. You may wind up regretting bringing me along.
[ It's terrible what that grin does to her. Something flutters to life in her chest and she forgets, for a moment, that he'd been dying in her arms just hours ago. For her to have come so close to losing him and him now cracking jokes like it never happened... It's exactly what she needs. And maybe what he needs too.
There's no holding back her answering smile or the playful exasperation she feels at his antics. But as much of a pain in the ass as he might turn out to be, she wouldn't have it any other way. His intelligence and compassion aren't the only parts of him she finds attractive. ]
I'll never regret it. But fair warning, I might daydream about shoving you in an airlock from time to time.
As long as it's only daydreaming, I'm fine with it.
[ His own daydreams – the good ones – are probably going to be pretty different. He might feel like hell right now, but he's still a man in the prime of his life, and she's gorgeous, brave, brilliant, and loyal.
Not one of his current daydreams is really fit for bringing up when her captain could walk in any second, but he finds them much more pleasant to think about than... anything else. Like how her Enterprise looks like his, but the medical staff are smiling and cheerful, not strained and overworked. You could be an explorer, she'd said, but he doesn't have the first idea how to be anything but a soldier, to be anything other than at war. ]
If they ever let me out into the general populace, maybe you could give me a tour. So I know which airlocks to keep away from.
I'll be sure to mark them on a map for you so you don't forget.
[ She hopes that day comes soon. Seeing him lying there in bed like this is terrible, but she also just desperately wants to show him her time. He might know the Enterprise, but there's so much more. For the first time in... possibly ever, she wants to leave the ship during shore leave so she can show him the galaxy. All the planets humanity has spread to, all the species they've made alliances with. She wants to show him the paradise Earth has become.
The door whooshes open behind her and she turns, smile still in place and her hand still in James's, to see the captain standing in the doorway. ]
Sorry, am I interrupting something? [ There are many in positions of authority who would have layered those words with sarcasm or a snide tone, but not Christopher Pike. There is only genuine concern and curiosity in his voice as he looks between the familiar stranger and his chief of security, his surprise at seeing La'an actually smiling carefully concealed.
La'an gives James's hand a little squeeze before letting go, her hands moving behind her back to stand comfortably at attention. Her expression sobers to her usual seriousness, but there's still something almost lighter about her demeanor that doesn't go unnoticed by her superior officer. ]
Welcome to my current humble abode. Captain Pike, I assume?
[ The other man is tall, and though there's a stern line to his jaw, his keen blue eyes are kind. It's strange to see someone else wearing a Captain's uniform on the Enterprise, but he swallows the pang before it can fully make itself at home in his already extremely sore chest. ]
I'm Captain James T. Kirk, of the UEF Enterprise. I'd have asked for permission to come aboard, but I wasn't exactly at my best when we got here.
Welcome aboard, Captain Kirk. I'm glad to see you doing better now, and I hear you're expected to make a full recovery. [ Pike glances between the two of them, noting the signs of too much stress and too little sleep, and shifts his tone from genial to businesslike. ] But since it looks like you're both in serious need of some rest, we'd best get to it. Lieutenant, you said you had a more detailed explanation forthcoming. Well, lay it on me.
[ With a deep breath and a glance over at James, she nods and begins. From the man who'd died in the ship's hallway to meeting James on the bridge of his Enterprise, from finding themselves in 21st century Toronto to uncovering the Romulans were behind the attack, she describes their steps in great detail. After only a few minutes, she arrives at the true purpose behind their mission, which proves much more difficult to impassionately illustrate. Saving Khan from assassination — she hopes to never have to speak about it with anyone else. Which leads to the final, perhaps most important part. ]
A short time ago, I returned to my quarters and was met by an agent from the Department of Temporal Investigations. From what I gather, they protect the timeline from such incidents, and this isn't the first time someone has tried to alter that particular part of history. Agent Ymalay made it quite clear that while Captain Kirk will be allowed to stay in this time, no one can know the details of what led to him being here. No one beyond the three of us in this room.
[ He casts La'an a glance, inquisitive, and then continues. ]
Even if your crew is anywhere near the level of mine – and, to be clear, it seems exceptional from what little I've seen – they'll still have questions. Plenty of them at least know of the other Jim Kirk, from my understanding. How are we going to explain having another one around?
[ Pike draws himself up, those keen blue eyes of his keeping a steady watch on them both, his hands tucked behind his back – then shrugs, a little of his previous amiable nature reasserting itself. ]
Wormhole? Tear in the space-time continuum? I think we can probably come up with something.
[ And that's all there is. The simplicity of it threatens to bowl La'an over, when really she should have expected the captain to roll with the punches just like he always does. It's part of why he's so highly regarded within Starfleet, after all, and yet she's still... surprised.
Tension visibly drains out of her, leaving her feeling even more exhausted than before. She isn't quite as empty anymore, though, and she has these two men to thank for that. ]
Thank you, sir.
[ Offering his chief of security a fond smile paired with a concerned furrowed brow, Pike reaches out to set a gentle hand on La'an's shoulder. ] I'm just glad you're safe. We can figure out everything else — after you get some rest. Both of you.
[ For once. He has to heal up in order to – well, to do anything at all, and La'an looks exhausted. Little as he wants to say farewell to her, he knows Pike's right. ]
And, Captain Pike...
[ Captain of the Enterprise, in this reality. Pike, not Kirk. He's not sure if that's a favor or not. ]
[ Pike gives the other man a meaningful look and solid nod before turning and leaving the room. When the door swooshes closed behind him, La'an relaxes her stance, moving close to James again as if caught in his personal gravitational pull. ]
I should let you sleep. [ Said as she very clearly struggles with the idea of leaving. She should be backing away, making her own exit to allow him time to recover in peace, but instead, her hand finds his arm again, some part of her breathing a sigh of relief at the tangible proof that he's still here with her. ]
[ Her hand is warm on his arm, and he hates the idea of being left alone here, in this sickbay that isn't his sickbay, on the Enterprise that isn't his Enterprise, almost as much as he hates the fact that even with advanced medicine, it's still going to take him a while to heal from being shot in the chest. ]
Pretty sure that captain of yours ordered us both to sleep. Though I'm not actually sure he can give me orders... but you should definitely sleep.
[ He shifts his arm beneath her hand so he can curl his fingers around hers, offering her a smile that quirks at the corner. ]
And I'm sure your quarters are a lot more comfortable than hanging around sickbay.
[ She has to smile at that, though it's short-lived and gives way to an openly nervous expression. Her grip on his hand tightens and she does her best to calm her suddenly racing heartbeat. This is ridiculous, he's going to be fine, and yet. ]
I would sneak you out of here if I could, but I'm pretty sure Chapel would hunt us down and haul you back.
[ It's an attempt at humor that falls flat as fear spikes within her. She hadn't been as worried about leaving him before when he'd been with someone at all times, but now... He deserves some peace and quiet to rest, but the idea of leaving him alone terrifies her. The irrational part of her mind is certain that he'll stay with her so long as he isn't left on his own. Her gaze moves around the room, catching on the other piece of furniture, and her throat tightens. ]
But I don't know, that chair in the corner doesn't look too terribly uncomfortable. [ A suggestion. An offer. ]
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Once the door closes and they're alone, he reaches a hand to her, eyebrows drawing together in consternation. ]
La'an. What happened?
[ Did her captain wind up disappointing her with his reaction? Did he dress her down for the unspeakable crime of saving not only his life, but this whole damn timeline?
Damn this biobed and his injury; he can't even push himself up to sitting. The best he can do is hope she takes his hand and talks to him. ]
What's wrong?
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I had a... visitor. I'll fill you in when the captain arrives, but in the meantime, there are things you... need to know, in order to understand the full context of... [ Her words are as stiff as her movements while she activates the lightweight PADD and holds it out for his reaching hand to take. The file open on the screen is a formal summary of the crimes of Khan Noonien-Singh, the monster from whom she'd received her cursed genetics and her name. ]
Please, James. Just read it.
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Thirty million dead. Earth ravaged by war. In some ways, it's not so different from the history he knows so well... it's just that the perpetrators are different.
There's too much here to read, to take in all at once, but even a cursory skim makes it clear why she'd reacted the way she had to that name at the black site, why she'd been so surprised and gratified when he had no idea who her ancestor was. Jim looks up at her, the bemused frown still tucked between his brows, and takes in the tension in her shoulders, the way she's holding herself like she expects to have to take a hit. ]
La'an...
[ He's never not known what to say, but then, he's never been presented with anything quite like this before, either. The best he can manage, as he latches onto his gut instinct is: ]
I'm sorry. But –
[ He shakes his head, grimacing as he tries to find the words for the what he's certain of, deep in his gut. ]
– you know this isn't you, right? You're not him.
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She's preparing for the worst and expecting nothing less. His time's views on genetic modification were never made clear to her, and she has no idea if there were other atrocities that replaced what Khan had orchestrated. If James has personal ties to something like that, an ancestor who suffered... There's no part of her expecting things to continue on as they had been. She hopes, yes, but hope is like dreams; they're things you wake up from in order to face reality.
He speaks and she nearly flinches, that I'm sorry feeling like a swinging axe. But it doesn't land, and her hope swells more than it has any right to. ]
There are many in this time who don't see it that way. Genetic modification is not viewed kindly by the Federation because of my ancestor and those with modifications are not permitted to join Starfleet.
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But your captain sees it that way. Doesn't he?
[ He must, considering the way La'an had spoken of him earlier, with so much assurance and admiration. And the Starfleet she'd spoken of with so much feeling, so much faith – surely it hasn't alienated her due to a quirk of ancestry. She's his first introduction to Starfleet, and in his opinion, he can't imagine he could have had a better ambassador.
But things aren't so simple, apparently. Even in this utopia. ]
Your crew? They have your back?
[ Is she surrounded by friends? Or by people who'll test her at every turn? There's no doubting her ancestor was a monster, but that was generations ago. She can't possibly be the only person in Starfleet able to trace their lineage back to someone unsavory. ]
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Captain Pike trusted me from the moment he first met me. He trusted my instincts, my expertise. [ There's something in speaking about Chris that has a calming effect on her, a tiny amount of tension easing from her muscles as fondness again threads through her words. ] Even when I kept information from him due to my own distrust, he offered me a commission on the Enterprise. Because of that, this ship has become my home, and her crew, my family. They're the first I've had in a very long time.
[ He'll need to be told about that too. Another peek behind the curtain of what makes her tick. Another chapter in the tragic history of La'an Noonien-Singh. Another opportunity for his opinion of her to change, though she's not as worried about him seeing her as a victim. Surely, he's seen enough to know that she's fully capable despite her past trauma. ]
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Jim lowers the PADD to the biobed and studies her closely. ]
This is about the name at that black site, isn't it? Your name. This name.
[ He gestures with the PADD, then offers it back to her, wondering. If she hadn't brought him back, and thus needed to explain him to her captain, would she have had to explain about the site at all? The UEF hadn't had any time travel regulations; he's not sure what she might be dealing with in order to do her duty here. ]
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Taking a deep breath, she nods and takes the PADD back, holding it behind her back while her head lowers slightly into her usual stance. ]
Yes. The Romulan operative was there to kill Khan in order to prevent the age of enlightenment that followed his atrocities and led to the founding of the Federation. When her plan to destroy the cold fusion reactor failed, she forced me to open the door to where Khan was being held. [ Her expression tightens, betraying just how conflicted she is over what happened only hours ago. ] He was just a little boy.
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Or want any. He thinks of the Vulcan commander who had hailed Enterprise right before he and La'an found themselves tossed back into time, and feels a confused pang of uncertain regret. Useless, when neither commander nor war exists any longer. And he couldn't have made a different call at the time, even if he'd wanted to.
But the trade-off for saving the human race from the never-ending war that was his time was... what, to save a future despot, a warlord responsible for the deaths of millions of people?
He stares at her as what she's saying sinks in, as he suddenly understands the reason for her worry, her tension. ]
A little boy... who grew up to be a monster. But a monster this timeline needed, in order to exist, right?
[ She'd said it herself. 'Led to the founding of the Federation.' ]
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[ Anxiously shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she changes her stance, crossing her arms tightly in front of her with her shoulders slightly hunched. If she could curl up in a ball and hide from the world for just a little while, she would, but that's simply not an option right now. ]
I killed someone to protect a monster. And I know it needed to happen, the agent from Temporal Investigations made it clear I did the right thing, but it doesn't feel that way. It feels like I condemned thirty million people to die.
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[ Part of his reasoning is a little selfish, maybe – he doesn't want to feel like he chose to destroy his whole timeline and everyone in it – but they're human. It's only natural to be a little selfish. ]
You made a choice to spare a child. The man that child became, he made his own choices, La'an. He could have chosen to remember the time someone spared him, and opted for mercy when he had the chance, but he didn't. That's still on him.
[ Jim shakes his head as firmly as he can, while it's against a biobed pillow. His voice, at least, he can make as assertive as if he were standing in front of her, asking her not to block him out with those crossed arms of hers. ] Not on you.
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For the first time since they started this discussion, La'an looks at James properly, meeting his gaze and taking in that determined face that's both commanding and pleading for her to listen. And she wants to, she really does. Maybe if she pretends long enough, she'll actually believe it one day.
Taking the few steps needed to cross the space between them, she lowers her arms and finally takes his hand. She's so tired, her exhaustion bone-deep, but her expression softens when she feels the warmth of his skin. He's alive and safe because of the choice she made. Maybe that can be enough for now. ]
Thank you. [ For so many things. ]
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Oh, don't thank me yet. I'm almost definitely going to be an enormous pain in the ass of your Federation. Like I told you before: I'm not sure any universe is big enough for two mes.
[ He's acting the clown for them both, right now: she needs to see it, and he needs to feel it, otherwise he's going to lose the fragile hold he currently has on himself. ]
I ought to be thanking you, in advance. You may wind up regretting bringing me along.
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There's no holding back her answering smile or the playful exasperation she feels at his antics. But as much of a pain in the ass as he might turn out to be, she wouldn't have it any other way. His intelligence and compassion aren't the only parts of him she finds attractive. ]
I'll never regret it. But fair warning, I might daydream about shoving you in an airlock from time to time.
[ She's joking, of course. Mostly. ]
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[ His own daydreams – the good ones – are probably going to be pretty different. He might feel like hell right now, but he's still a man in the prime of his life, and she's gorgeous, brave, brilliant, and loyal.
Not one of his current daydreams is really fit for bringing up when her captain could walk in any second, but he finds them much more pleasant to think about than... anything else. Like how her Enterprise looks like his, but the medical staff are smiling and cheerful, not strained and overworked. You could be an explorer, she'd said, but he doesn't have the first idea how to be anything but a soldier, to be anything other than at war. ]
If they ever let me out into the general populace, maybe you could give me a tour. So I know which airlocks to keep away from.
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[ She hopes that day comes soon. Seeing him lying there in bed like this is terrible, but she also just desperately wants to show him her time. He might know the Enterprise, but there's so much more. For the first time in... possibly ever, she wants to leave the ship during shore leave so she can show him the galaxy. All the planets humanity has spread to, all the species they've made alliances with. She wants to show him the paradise Earth has become.
The door whooshes open behind her and she turns, smile still in place and her hand still in James's, to see the captain standing in the doorway. ]
Sorry, am I interrupting something? [ There are many in positions of authority who would have layered those words with sarcasm or a snide tone, but not Christopher Pike. There is only genuine concern and curiosity in his voice as he looks between the familiar stranger and his chief of security, his surprise at seeing La'an actually smiling carefully concealed.
La'an gives James's hand a little squeeze before letting go, her hands moving behind her back to stand comfortably at attention. Her expression sobers to her usual seriousness, but there's still something almost lighter about her demeanor that doesn't go unnoticed by her superior officer. ]
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[ He waves his newly freed hand, grandiose. ]
Welcome to my current humble abode. Captain Pike, I assume?
[ The other man is tall, and though there's a stern line to his jaw, his keen blue eyes are kind. It's strange to see someone else wearing a Captain's uniform on the Enterprise, but he swallows the pang before it can fully make itself at home in his already extremely sore chest. ]
I'm Captain James T. Kirk, of the UEF Enterprise. I'd have asked for permission to come aboard, but I wasn't exactly at my best when we got here.
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[ With a deep breath and a glance over at James, she nods and begins. From the man who'd died in the ship's hallway to meeting James on the bridge of his Enterprise, from finding themselves in 21st century Toronto to uncovering the Romulans were behind the attack, she describes their steps in great detail. After only a few minutes, she arrives at the true purpose behind their mission, which proves much more difficult to impassionately illustrate. Saving Khan from assassination — she hopes to never have to speak about it with anyone else. Which leads to the final, perhaps most important part. ]
A short time ago, I returned to my quarters and was met by an agent from the Department of Temporal Investigations. From what I gather, they protect the timeline from such incidents, and this isn't the first time someone has tried to alter that particular part of history. Agent Ymalay made it quite clear that while Captain Kirk will be allowed to stay in this time, no one can know the details of what led to him being here. No one beyond the three of us in this room.
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[ He casts La'an a glance, inquisitive, and then continues. ]
Even if your crew is anywhere near the level of mine – and, to be clear, it seems exceptional from what little I've seen – they'll still have questions. Plenty of them at least know of the other Jim Kirk, from my understanding. How are we going to explain having another one around?
[ Pike draws himself up, those keen blue eyes of his keeping a steady watch on them both, his hands tucked behind his back – then shrugs, a little of his previous amiable nature reasserting itself. ]
Wormhole? Tear in the space-time continuum? I think we can probably come up with something.
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Tension visibly drains out of her, leaving her feeling even more exhausted than before. She isn't quite as empty anymore, though, and she has these two men to thank for that. ]
Thank you, sir.
[ Offering his chief of security a fond smile paired with a concerned furrowed brow, Pike reaches out to set a gentle hand on La'an's shoulder. ] I'm just glad you're safe. We can figure out everything else — after you get some rest. Both of you.
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[ For once. He has to heal up in order to – well, to do anything at all, and La'an looks exhausted. Little as he wants to say farewell to her, he knows Pike's right. ]
And, Captain Pike...
[ Captain of the Enterprise, in this reality. Pike, not Kirk. He's not sure if that's a favor or not. ]
Thanks.
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I should let you sleep. [ Said as she very clearly struggles with the idea of leaving. She should be backing away, making her own exit to allow him time to recover in peace, but instead, her hand finds his arm again, some part of her breathing a sigh of relief at the tangible proof that he's still here with her. ]
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Pretty sure that captain of yours ordered us both to sleep. Though I'm not actually sure he can give me orders... but you should definitely sleep.
[ He shifts his arm beneath her hand so he can curl his fingers around hers, offering her a smile that quirks at the corner. ]
And I'm sure your quarters are a lot more comfortable than hanging around sickbay.
[ Give him a second. ]
Uh, for you, I mean.
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I would sneak you out of here if I could, but I'm pretty sure Chapel would hunt us down and haul you back.
[ It's an attempt at humor that falls flat as fear spikes within her. She hadn't been as worried about leaving him before when he'd been with someone at all times, but now... He deserves some peace and quiet to rest, but the idea of leaving him alone terrifies her. The irrational part of her mind is certain that he'll stay with her so long as he isn't left on his own. Her gaze moves around the room, catching on the other piece of furniture, and her throat tightens. ]
But I don't know, that chair in the corner doesn't look too terribly uncomfortable. [ A suggestion. An offer. ]
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[ He follows her glance toward the chair, but tugs lightly at her hand. When he has her attention again, he shakes his head. ]
You need sleep, La'an. Real sleep, in a real bed. Go to your quarters, okay? I'll be fine here.
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