captain_jtkirk | .007 - he's expecting to punched in his near future

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Maybe.

[He's taking that as a yes. You're getting a hug in your future]

Wanna get some coffee? Catch up? Lay down a new set of rules?

Did we have an old set of rules?

Probably not. So I'll see you in 20 minutes?

I guess you will.

[Which finds Shego in the dining hall twenty minutes later with a cup of coffee and an expression on her face that suggests that just because she's accepted the inevitable she doesn't really have to like it.]

Edited 2010-10-01 16:43 (UTC)

Well, you should be happy, Shego. Kirk is clearly the coolest Warden ever. Space captain trumps all.

He grabs his own cup of coffee and sits down across from her, trying not to smirk at her. It's not really working out well. But he's always kinda smug around her.

"The world isn't ending. You can smile a little."

"Maybe later." She sips her drink. "So, we have coffee, I guess now it's time to catch up. I've been in space jail for the last three months. Your turn."

"And I was on a space ship for the last fifteen," Kirk answered, smiling a little into his coffee. "But that's not really what I meant. Did you make any progress with the other guy?"

She almost laughed at the idea that she would have made progress with anybody - that she'd been making progress with Kirk, even.

"Banner? No. Kind of a spineless nerd. I didn't talk to him all that often."

Edited 2010-10-01 20:16 (UTC)

Kirk was wholly unsurprised by that.

"He didn't part any wisdom on you at all?"

"He made me appreciate people capable of speaking in complete sentences a whole lot more?"

"So with the addition of your... gentleman caller, you're in exactly the same place as when I left, that's what you're saying."

Kirk nodded into his coffee. "Didn't Banner give you back some of your ability?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

She leaned back when he asked the question, frowning minutely. "Some. I asked nicely. Oh, and I got a new job. Engine room."

"That is a part of catching up by the way," Kirk commented. "Do you like it down there? What do you do?"

"Pass Harper tools and be an extra pair of hands sometimes," she said blandly. "I don't know about like, but he's tolerable and I don't have to deal with anybody else, which makes it easily my favourite job here so far."

"So long as you like it, I don't have a problem with it." He made a mental note to talk to Harper though, to get updates on her and how she was doing down there every once in a while.

"Learning anything? From what I rememeber, this thing has an amazing set up."

She gave a lazy shrug and sipped her coffee. What she'd actually been doing was every so often ask 'what does that do?' type questions, ostensibly out of boredom, only to make very precise mental notes of the answers and write them down later on in the hope that maybe someday they might be useful. Couldn't hurt.

"God no. I am more than prepared to leave the nerd stuff to the nerds."

Jim snorted softly. "Anything else you think I should know? And by that I mean my standard is as low as, you stubbed your toe last month and chipped the nail polish."

She rolled her eyes. "No. Even by those standards, there is nothing else I think you should know. Unsurprisingly it's been kind of uneventful."

Kirk was pretty sure she was downplaying but since that was a character trait he was guilty of all the time, he let it go.

"So I guess that takes us to rules. Rule number one, don't kill anybody."

She folded her arms and leaned forward. "Okay. Rule number two, don't talk about me to anybody I socialize with unless it's a matter of life or death."

Well, that rule was already broken.

"Am I allowed to talk to them at all? What if they bring you up first?"

"Hey, talk to them all you like. Just not about me. And if they bring me up first then fine, but you'd better keep that conversation short."

"Deal," Jim nodded slightly. "Rule number three, be honest with me. You have a right to your privacy and I'll respect that, but if it's something I need to know about, especially anything important, or even if it's just a really bad day and you want to rant til you turn blue, then I want to hear about it."

Well. She didn't intend on keeping to that rule for a second, but since he'd worded it kind of vaguely she could be generous with the working definition of her right to privacy and what exactly he would 'need' to know about.

"Deal. Rule number four, I want one night a week of above-deck access. I don't care if you wanna make me earn it somehow, but there it is."

Edited 2010-10-02 16:45 (UTC)

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