captain_jtkirk | .042 - short and simple

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.042 - short and simple

I'm back.

The Barge is still standing, it seems like. That's... nice.

So. How's everyone been? Still in one piece? Shego? Anyone new? Hello. I'm Captain James Kirk. I was here... a while ago.

[ooc; If you know Kirk reeeeeeeally really well, you might notice that he sounds kind of wheezy. It's not Enterprise if Kirk doesn't get injured at some point. And you really don't need both of your lungs, if you think about it. He's been gone for 4 months on his end so he really has no idea how long it's been here.]

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"Let's start with the revenge, eye for an eye thing you keep coming back to then. And how it's never worked out in a positive way for you."

She frowned at him. "'That I keep coming back to?' Once. One time, I beat up Joker because he killed Prefect. Did I ever go after Sylar for killing me? No. Did I ever take it out on the engine room nerds for getting my face melted off? No. Don't talk about this like it's - like it's a habit."

"Help me understand why you did it then if you don't have a habit of taking everything personally, which you do by the way. And don't tell me 'you don't know'. You know. There was some thought that went into it, even if it doesn't make sense now. Why didn't you throw that potion out when you got it?"

"I - " She couldn't say she didn't know again, even if she genuinely didn't that time. She already had the nanomite syringe, she hadn't needed anything else for emergencies. "It didn't occur to me. I didn't want to use it, so I just threw it in a drawer and forgot about it. I know I should have thrown it out, I - I know it was stupid."

"Do you have anything else hidden away in a drawer somewhere?"

"No. I - no." She paused. Maybe an element of truth would stop him tearing her room apart to make sure. "I have a tribble. That's it."

Have a confused frown for that. The tribbles were ages ago, you pack rat. "How long have you had that?"

Shego hesitated. "A yeah and....huh. Year and nine months, I guess. I didn't figure they'd live so long."

"Tribbles are an eternal mystery to the universe." He was quiet for a moment before he glanced over at her. "We're coming up on two years together... in a way, now aren't we?"

"End of the month," she said automatically. Yeah, she'd been thinking about it.

Because she missed him so much, right?

"You completely sick of me yet?"

"Just thinking about you makes me nauseous," she said blandly, then looked up. "I got assigned to another Warden while you were gone. Patrick Kenzie."

That name sounded familiar but Kirk wasn't sure if he could put a face to it. And that worried him a little bit too. Stupid memory problems.

"Temporarily or permanently?"

She shrugged. "Temporarily, I think. Why, you completely sick of me?"

"Not a chance. Just trying to figure out if this was turning out to be a repeat of last year."

"Oh." She paused. "He came back - Banner, I mean. Only it's one of those deals where he's totally never been here before and doesn't remember anything."

"You're kidding? That Admiral has a sick obsession with fucking with memories."

"It might not be exactly the same guy. Barge is all about this 'alternate universe' crap." She wiggled her fingers in a vague indication of 'weird shit'.

Jim rolls his eyes, even though his entire life is an alternate universe. He's maybe made his peace with that. If he never has to talk to the other Kirk again.

"What did Patrick do when all of that shit with Profit went down?"

"I didn't admit to it until a little while later, after the port. He dealt with it." She pulled a face. "The whole thing got...kind of stupid. Eddie Nygma is like...Profit's best friend or his boyfriend or something, so when Profit was...when it happened, Nygma leapt to the conclusion that Mozenrath was involved - he went to his room, shoved his way in. Pulled a gun on him, maybe. He said he'd forgotten Mozenrath had a Warden he should have gone to instead. So then Snape got involved, and...it just exploded into some huge thing over whether Nygma had done the right thing or what should be done about what he'd done. Whatever. I stayed out of it, so did Profit, as far as I saw."

"That was smart at least." There's maybe a little bitterness to his tone still. At least she didn't die. He supposes that's something. "Have you apologizes to Profit?"

"No." She laughed hollowly. "He said it was okay, though. He actually apologized to me."

"For what he did? Did you accept it?"

"Yes." Kinda. She'd been about as sincere as he had.

"I still think you owe him an apology. And me a drink."

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