http://tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2009-11-24 02:16 am

xiii [ location: uss enterprise ] / [ accidental visual ].

He woke with his head pillowed on arms folded on his desk, blinking into the early morning light filtering in through the windows in his ready room. Kirk wasn't sure how he got there, as he didn't recall sitting down at any point...nor did he remember pulling out a PADD on the Kelvin. He sat upright and picked it up, regarding it with open confusion, too focused on it and the picture of the man he was the spitting image of to notice the tablet feeding this visual to the rest of Taxon.

"How did--"

A sudden rush of memories and information that filled in the gap that was the previous week made him wince. Dropping the PADD back onto the desk, he pressed his hand to his eyes and left it there. So, it seemed he'd been glitched again, only into his twelve-year-old self and not a girl. Thank God, though he wasn't sure which one was more embarrassing. At least he remembered this time and now knew that his younger self had pulled the information up on the PADD out of curiosity about his father.

"I am getting really tired of this."

[voice]

[identity profile] ltnuhura.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
Kirk?

[she'd seen the visual, but didn't want to respond the same way. this wasn't a conversation they could have over the tablets.]

[voice]

[identity profile] ltnuhura.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. Kirk, I...

[her voice broke, and there was the sound of her breath hitching before she continued.]

We need to talk. Somewhere private.

[voice]

[identity profile] ltnuhura.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
The ship works if there's no one else there right now.

[she would end up talking to spock about this, too, most likely. but her news would affect kirk more, so she'd decided to speak to him first.]

[voice]

[identity profile] ltnuhura.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
Okay. I should be there soon.

[she'd started heading to the parts of the enterprise as soon as she'd seen his transmission go out.]

[location: enterprise bridge]

[identity profile] ltnuhura.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Uhura got to the bridge of the Enterprise shortly after and tapped in her access code, stepping onto the bridge once the doors slid open.

She made sure the door was securely shut behind her (not that she doubted that Kirk would be doing the same thing, but she wanted to be sure of it) and stepped towards the conn, hands behind her back.

"I'm here."

[location: enterprise bridge]

[identity profile] ltnuhura.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
"It's, um...it's Gaila," Uhura began. "She hadn't been in the Sanctuary for the past few days, so I went looking around the city for her, and..."

She couldn't hold it back anymore. She pressed a hand to her mouth and exhaled in a sob.

"Kirk, she's gone."

[location: enterprise bridge]

[identity profile] ltnuhura.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
She found herself needing to find somewhere to sit down, and once she found a chair she sank into it, pressing her face into her hands and sobbing. It took her a long while before she could look up at him.

"I can't...I just remember when she first got here, what she told me she remembered," she managed to say. "And they just...they sent her back there. I know it, and it's just..."

[location: enterprise bridge]

[identity profile] ltnuhura.livejournal.com 2009-11-27 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
She nodded, wiping underneath her eyes and sniffling, trying to quell her tears.

"I know you've been trying. This isn't...it's not your fault," she said, her voice still a little broken. "I just don't understand. I don't understand why they'd bring her here just to pull her away and send her back to that. I don't...there's nothing okay about it."

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[identity profile] notjustthegeek.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Henry looked up from his work, surprised to see Kirk - and an adult Kirk - on his screen. "Hey buddy. Exhausted already?"

[visual]

[identity profile] notjustthegeek.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
"There's a rash of that going around," he tried to not chuckle and ended up coughing, covering his hand with his mouth. "That sort of thing will get you every time. You mostly recovered?"

[visual]

[identity profile] notjustthegeek.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
If Kirk had been a girl this time, it would have likely been that Henry wouldn't have been able to hold in his laugh. Lucky for both of them, in the end.

"Depends what you mean by missed," for all that Taxon had its glitches, not a lot seemed to happen. "Things keep chugging along. People mostly seem normal."

[visual]

[identity profile] notjustthegeek.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"It could have been worse?": Henry was thinking along hte same lines. "We all could have ended up kids."

[visual]

[identity profile] notjustthegeek.livejournal.com 2009-11-26 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe we shouldn't talk about it," Henry had to wince, "do you really want to give this place ideas?"

[visual]

[identity profile] notjustthegeek.livejournal.com 2009-11-26 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"There's a dream," he actually sounded wistful for a moment. Even with the Sanctuary here it wasn't home. He had work to do there, people he missed. Family and friends both. "How about we start trying? Might drive everyone else crazy."

[visual]

[identity profile] notjustthegeek.livejournal.com 2009-11-27 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
"My place or yours?" He let himself chuckle that time, there was no point in hiding it. "Somehow I only see it backfiring."

[visual]

[identity profile] likeajoan.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Buffy is just wry. Very pleased to see him back to normal too, obviously-- delighted, in fact. But still wry. "So am I, and it's not even happening to me."

Poor Kirk, he looked so tired. Frowning with equal parts sympathy and concern, she asked, "How're you feeling?"
Edited 2009-11-24 19:56 (UTC)

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[identity profile] likeajoan.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it would either put him at ease or make him feel more awkward, then, that she was about to gush over the virtues of his smaller self.

"Are you kidding? No memory wiping for me. I mean, it was... a little weird, admittedly, you being all tiny-- but you were so sweet. There was no bad there. It was nice."

[visual]

[identity profile] likeajoan.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Were you alone for that whole time?" she asked worriedly, frowning. She hated the thought that he'd been by himself, scared, thinking he was being punished for that length of time.

"I would've come to check up on you sooner, but I didn't want to be--" she strove for a way to put it that was more elegant than 'that excessively annoying and clingy girlfriend', came up with nothing, and eventually settled for: "--didn't want to crowd you."

[visual]

[identity profile] likeajoan.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, good-- good." That made her feel a little better, at least. She relaxed, looking much relieved.

Of course she would argue that there was no such thing as 'too good', but in any case, she returned the smile. It was sort of surprised, sheepish and affectionate, rolled into one. "Oh, well. I'm glad. Because I wouldn't want to, y'know, do that." Wow, that was not even approaching eloquent. Oh well. To try and cover up the fact that he'd just made her a little tongue-tied (surely she was too old for that now?) she added, on a tangent.

"So, you should probably just eat green things with many healthy vitamins for the next ever, huh?"
Edited 2009-11-25 13:22 (UTC)

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[identity profile] likeajoan.livejournal.com 2009-11-26 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Buffy was perhaps a bit hyper-aware of her own definition, considering the epic fashion in which she screwed up with Riley, her last real relationship, in the traditional sense of the word-- she certainly didn't want to make the same mistakes again, and take Kirk for granted or make him feel like he didn't matter to her. Still, almost a month and she hadn't messed things up yet, that was certainly encouraging-- and she was happy.

The mention of blood wine made her wrinkle her nose with distaste. "I still maintain my position of ewww on that, by the way."

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[identity profile] likeajoan.livejournal.com 2009-11-27 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not trying your gross wine," she stated flatly, clearly unconvinced, though with a slightly amused quirk of her lips.
Edited 2009-11-27 01:10 (UTC)

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[identity profile] likeajoan.livejournal.com 2009-12-10 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
"But why give it a gross name, unless it's gross?" she asked, perfectly logically, she thought. "And what's a Klingon, anyway?"

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[identity profile] notsawbones.livejournal.com 2009-11-26 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"You and me both."

McCoy had awoken in Sickbay that morning and, for once during his stay in Taxon, his tablet did not flicker to life and broadcast his realization that he had been hit again by a glitch and especially by one that had messed around in his age and turned him into that awkward teenager at the Ole Miss. Inundated with memories of what occurred that past week, he growled in a mixture of frustration and irritation before he looked at the tablet and saw Jim had come to the realization.
Edited 2009-11-26 18:13 (UTC)

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[identity profile] notsawbones.livejournal.com 2009-11-28 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"What, no gag about me having a mid life crisis?" He questioned his best friend in a sullen voice, although his voice softened mid-way. The conversation they had during their glitch had probably fringed upon long buried issues and there was an awkward pause before he asked: "You all right, Jim?"

[ visual ]

[identity profile] notsawbones.livejournal.com 2009-12-10 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
McCoy did understand a lot more than what was said out loud, even through the visual feed of the tablet, and instead offered:

"I can probably fix that."