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

Shego didn't say anything for a while.

Her problem wasn't that she was going to hold a grudge, her problem was that she suspected she wouldn't. Some notable exceptions, sure, but on the whole she didn't bother dedicating much time or energy to hating people long-term - the low-level contempt she felt for almost everyone was another matter. So what if she just slid back into the same old habits with Kirk and then it turned out it hadn't been 'one mistake', it was just the way he was? And then the next time he 'felt trapped' (why had he left, exactly?) he'd just cut and run again.

And here and now he was asking her to trust him, like it wasn't a big deal? She'd never trusted anyone before him and look where that had got her. It felt like she was being set up to be let down all over again.

She shoved her chair back and stood up. Her face was blank again.

"I'm done here."

Jim nodded shortly. If he looked disappointed, then it was all directed at himself for putting her in this position. He didn't expect her to trust him, not easily and not for months if she ever did, and if he was being honest, he really didn't know how to prove himself to her. With his crew, it was easy. Save the whole world and the Federation and all of their lives a couple times, and people tended to stop doubting your abilities. He really didn't think that would impress Shego much, even if he had the opportunity here.

"See you around."

Yeah, she could see the look on his face. What she hadn't figured was that it wasn't aimed at her; she folded her arms, her expression savage.

"...Gee, I'm sorry. Was I supposed to have taken this better?"

Jim looked startled for a moment, not entirely sure if he knew what he'd done to make her mad this time. Since he hadn't fought with her and he didn't realize he was wearing his emotions on his sleeve, so to speak.

"No, you handled it exactly like I thought you would."

"And how's that?"

"Well I screwed up bad, so if you forgave me easily for that, I'd think there's probably something wrong with your head. And you seem pretty sane to me."

She felt viciously angry at him for giving a reasonable answer, but reined it in. She didn't want him to be reasonable: she wanted an excuse to fill his mouth with crushed glass and then slam his face against the table.

"Whatever. If you want me to get back to you when I trust you again then we might want to schedule another of these get-togethers for sometime next year."

"Or what if instead, we agreed to have coffee once a week. We don't have to talk about your rehabilitation or how much you like me. We could just sit in silence for an hour if that's what you really want to do."

Felt like too stupid an offer to refuse. "Fine."

Jim smiled at her softly. "Great. Same time next week?"

She gave him a completely empty look in return. "Sure. Just whistle."

He just nodded again and collecting his cup of coffee, he moved to his feet. "Good talking to you."

"Was it?" She didn't give him a chance to answer, turning around and heading for the door at a brisk pace.

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

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