captain_jtkirk | .002 - Here inmate, inmate

You can tell yourself that if it helps you sleep at night. Doesn't change the fact that I've got your file and will sock you if you keep being a little bitch about this.

I'm not being a little bitch about it. I'm being realistic.

No, you're not. You're pining over a guy that abandoned you.

I'm not pining and he did not abandon me!

He just... went home, that's all.

Alright, where are you?

...

In my cabin.

Which is where?

I don't want you to come to my room, Comrade.

That's nice.

Don't leave your room and that's an order.

I don't have to follow your orders!

[Fortunately he has nowhere else to go right now, so he doesn't.]

[Jim has already left his room, moving down the hallway like he's on a mission. Which he kind of is. He hasn't decided what he's going to do to Prefect, probably punch him because he ends up punching every one sooner or later. This is just getting ridiculous. Jim is his warden now. Prefect has to listen to him.]

"Prefect!" [he barks as he pushes his way into the other man's room. The door doesn't slid open, he has to push it open himself but it's a small price to pay.]

"Good. You're here. I like that you listen when it's important."

[Prefect looks up with an expression of slight surprise, his boxes have slowly crept back into their original formation of just being stacked around the room in fairly even piles. It's all fairly neat, aside from the mounting pile of empty gin bottles tucked under Prefects desk.

Prefect stands abruptly and takes two quick steps away from Kirk. Obviously not pleased with the interruption.]

I didn't stay here because you told me too, I stayed here because it's my cabin!

"And a nice cabin it is at that."

[Jim gives it a once over and then nods like he approves of it, like it really matters if he approves of the mountains of boxes or not. Honestly, he thinks it's a little weird but not the most annoying thing about his new Inmate.]

"Let me get this straight. You don't need a new warden because your old one was so good that his wisdom is still lingering around here? Do you know how insane that sounds?"

[Prefect is edging to the side carefully, waiting for this strange, bossy man to come far enough into the room for him to make a break for it. He frowns a little suspiciously, still edging away.]

I don't need a new Warden because my last one was the best I could have had, so there's nothing that you could do that could improve on that.

[Still edging away.]

[Jim tips head head to the side a little bit, giving Prefect a look that says he wonders if Prefect was dropped on his head as a child. Several times and from great heights.

He steps a little closer.]

"I don't want you to take this the wrong way but you will anyway, so I'll just say it. It doesn't look like Sam did shit for you."

[Prefect does not like that Kirk is moving closer too him. He peers over the Wardens shoulder, weighing up his chances of getting out the door without being intercepted. Then Kirk speaks, and Prefect is suddenly looking at the other man with an expression that borders on a glare. He holds it for a beat, then forces it away, letting his expression go neutral once again.]

He did a lot for me, he did everything he could. I just...

[He hesitates for a second, then continues]

...I'm just not meant to change as much as this place wants me too.

[Jim scoffs, shaking his head a little bit.] "So you're content to waste the rest of your life here because you're too busy licking your wounds to give anyone else a shot?" [He asks it like a challenge, like he's trying to bait Prefect into showing some real emotion.] "There's a dream. I'm real impressed by it."

[His voice is pure sarcasm. He's not impressed at all.]

[Prefect edges a bit along, sounding calmer now that talk has moved away from Sam.]

Not anyone else, Comrade. Anyone at all. It's not that no Warden can do it, it's that I can't do it.

[He gives a half shrug, calmly deciding that the next time Kirk steps forward or turns even slightly away he's going to make a break for it.]

[This is getting redundant and stupid and if they're going to get into the well of insecurity and self-doubt that lurks under his Inmate's calm surface, then he's done. He's not interested in being a therapist. He doesn't like to hear people say that they can't do anything either. He's proof that people can pretty much do whatever the fuck they want.]

"Quit being a bitch."

[With that, Jim steps forward, closing the distance between them--and punches Prefect.]

[Prefect rocks back slightly from the force of the punch, taking two, staggered steps away from Kirk before slowly straightening back up. He cocks his head at an angle that should really not be possible, then does a slight spin to face Kirk again, jutting one shoulder forward.

When he grins, it's precise, perfect, and pure Factory. There's a small stain of blood across his teeth.]

Sorry Comrade, that isn't contained within my functioning.

[This is easy. Prefect can live with a month of this, as long as he carefully avoids thinking what happens when the month is up? he's fine.]

[Jim is bracing himself for a punch that never comes--and when he realizes that it's not going to happen? He's a little confused. No one has ever let him provoke them and hit them like this before. Not without fighting back. Even the pointy eared bastard tried to kill him.]

"Are you serious?"

[Jim wants to slap that grin right of Prefect's face but he holds himself back for the moment.]

"Give me a better reaction then that. Don't just take it. That's pathetic."

[Prefect tilts his head sharply onto the other side, his grin not even faltering.]

Of course, Comrade. Whatever you say.

[He is obviously, completely unfazed.]

[That smile... is really starting to creep him the fuck out. So Jim punches him again, this time in the form of a right hook aimed at the man's gut. If Spock can get angry, this so can this bastard and he wants nothing more then to make Prefect mad right now. To get him to feel some kind of emotion because this... this is not normal.]

"Hit me back. Come on."

[Prefect doubles over, coughing as Jim punches him hard in the gut. Then slowly, he lifts his head up to look at his interim Warden with a deliberate slowness. He tilts his head again, the smile faded into a deliberate neutrality.]

Why?

[He smiles again, straightening the rest of the way up.]

Why hit you?

"Because life sucks."

[Jim sets his jaw, watching his inmate with a cold look for a few moments. Nothing twitches in his chest. He doesn't feel sorry for the other man at all.]

"Because people are going to keep leaving you if don't do something. You got friends here? How long until they leave you behind too?"

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He doesn't actually think you're going to come and punch him.

He might just like... threaten you.

405, it'll probably be on the file?

You think he read the file before right now?

Pinned to the top of the file. So a quick glance would be forthcoming, CAPTAIN LAZY!

Glancing is for minions. Captains sit in their chair and lord over you

Pthh, not this one! Opening his own door like a loser!

Come over here and say that, you wuss!

HELL NO :CCC

PUSSY! No wonder Sam left you

:c

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