Practice makes perfect, and I was getting close!

[kirktastic]

You decided to put me on break for over a year now, and now you're dragging me out of the beauty that is my Lady in space and you're putting me in some cold, abandoned city I can't get out of. Bones and Spock are there, so I can't complain (too much, until Spock drives me up a wall), but really mun, there's one thing we need to talk about.

I plan to find every gorgeous guy, girl, and 'other' in this city and see what kind of record I can start here. Normally, I wouldn't be bothered to point this out, but a year?? That's a long time for a guy like me. Besides, any good Captain knows you need to practice. It makes perfect, after all, and I've had a lot of it.

Also, you put me in a place with captors and in an abandoned city where supplies can be hard to find. Really, I could live without the Tarsus IV vibes.

Comments

[original_fine]

I'm not sure where they're taking you, and believe me, I can relate.

But you'll make it, kid. I believe in you.

[kirktastic]

(OOC: Whoa small world hi!)

Gotta say, I'm sorry to hear that. This place is pretty bad. Hope you're in a better one. I miss my Lady already.

[original_fine]

(ooc: There really aren't many of us around!)

Well, let's see. In the past year and a half I've been tortured, killed, disillusioned, drunk a lot, found and lost my best friends several times over, become evil, gotten better but remembered being evil, and had my heart broken.

Otherwise, I'm great.

[kirktastic]

(OOC: That's very true.)

...Well. Shit, Jim. I suggest we go get a drink, but that seems against the point. Suddenly, being in the great Void is a better option.

Is it any better yet?

[original_fine]

It might be. See, I found an abandoned kid. And as little as I thought I'd ever be a father, I don't know. I feel more grounded, since.

[kirktastic]

[Choking sound.] A kid?! You're taking care of a kid? By yourself?

[original_fine]

Thanks for the vote of confidence. Yeah, by myself. I mean, there are other people around. Chapel, Uhura... I can read, you know. Funny--there was a book by someone named Doctor Spock.

[kirktastic]

Spock would have all the bedside manner of a rock.

I guess I just can't imagine myself with a kid, so it's hard to imagine you with one, but hey, you've got them around and they're good people.

[original_fine]

Hey, it's not something I ever expected, either. But it's good to feel... useful, again.

[starfleet_brat]

Uncle Jim!

[RAWR! Clinging to leg.]

[kirktastic]

[!!!!!!!]

[What the hell!?] Ah, kid, I think you have me confused with someone else. I'm no one's uncle.

[starfleet_brat]

[Sad face.]

You're friends with daddy though. So you're uncle Jim!

[kirktastic]

[Oh hell it's pouting at me.] Kid, who are you? Who's your Dad, anyway? [Eyes narrow, trying to place her face.]

[starfleet_brat]

I'm Joanna... [Sniffle.]

You call daddy "Bones", a lot.

[kirktastic]

[Eyes WIDE. Lips parted.] You're Bones kid... [Joanna. He knows that name all too well. The little girl Bones worried about so much, who he knew Bones hurt over every holiday they were apart, who he worked hard to try and get some transmission time for so Bones could talk to her even when they were light years a part. That Joanna.]

Whoa. Well, hi there. [An easier grin, even if he's completely taken by surprise. He's never met her in person, and she's grown since the last time Bones got a new picture of her.] What are you doing here? Where's Bones?

[starfleet_brat]

I dunno, I been watching to see daddy but I only sen you so far. Maybe I can stay with you till I see him! Can I??

[kirktastic]

[So. fucking. awkward.]

Er- [He knows he owes it to Bones to take care of her, but what is going to do with a kid?!] Sure. You can stay with me until we find Bones.

[What have I done???]

[starfleet_brat]

Yay!

[All the clinging. Jim's leg belongs to Joanna now >D]

This is gonna be fun!

[kirktastic]

[Has literally no idea what to do next.] ...Okay... where have you been staying?