captain_jtkirk | .049 - I'm sorry for all of the privates

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.049 - I'm sorry for all of the privates

So I was thinking about it today. And I think that if we ever went to a planet of unicorns, that would be really cool.

Even if they won't come anywhere near me.

[Private to Dick]

You owe me being pathetic on your couch.

[Private to Shego]

CES?

[Private to Tosh]

I think we both need a drink.

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"My world still had cops, Kirk. It wasn't all Possible all the time. Oh, and you'll notice little Kimmy seemed perfectly OK with killing about five seconds before I showed up here."

"Pretty sure you survive that crap when you graduate."

"How is that relevant to this conversation? I don't think she knew that at the time."

"Right. My point was that Starfleet probably has a higher mortality rate than being a sidekick."

She visibly bristled. "I was so not - oh, whatever. My point is that I'm surprised you couldn't gather up a little more optimism, Mr. Do It In Three."

"No one's dared me to stay alive that long like they have to join Starfleet."

"Is that literally the only motivational tactic that works on you?"

"Can I just complain for the sake of complaining right now without you nitpicking it to death?"

"It's kinda lame but I guess I can't stop you."

There was a rock in their path and she flipped over it rather than go around in a mild instance of showing off, not breaking her pace.

Well, Jim's usual habit of dealing with something was either to run from it and complain about something else or punch something, so maybe be thankful he hadn't punched you yet. He stopped running in response to the rock, passing his hand through his hair.

"You should push me off the cliff again. That would be a mercy."

She slowed at the realization that he'd stopped and looked over her shoulder at him.

"When exactly did I push you off a cliff the first time?"

"... right. I told Dick you pushed me when I broke my arm. You should actually push me off one now."

On reflection, she couldn't actually remember when he'd broken his arm. Heck, she couldn't really remember that he'd broken his arm.

"Why tell him that? Was he not putting out that night and you needed the extra sympathy?"

Edited 2011-10-08 00:06 (UTC)

Jim gave her a weird look and laughed at the same time in response to that. It was maybe something of a feat. "What?"

She gave him a weird look right back. "What? He's around at your cabin, like, all the time. If you're not sleeping with him you should start charging rent or something."

That made him laugh harder. "Dick is so straight that he doesn't own a closet. We're just friends."

She gave him a warning glare for laughing at her, then turned away.

"What, and he can't use stairs at night? That's...kinda lame."

So says the woman who has never attended a single sleepover.

"And sometimes you don't make it next door."

Edited 2011-10-08 18:01 (UTC)

A one-shouldered shrug. "After that one time I tried to leave and you wouldn't let me, I gave up."

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.049 - I'm sorry for all of the privates

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