[Interrogations in the Brig]

[kirktastic]

[OOC: Happening sometime after the talk with Mr. Spock, but happening at the same time for time's sake. XD]

Kirk waited just outside of the hallway of the brig, talking with the guard on watch quietly. He didn't want the people down in the brig proper to know he was there. They had sound and cameras ready to go, so Kirk could listen in and watch on each cell, its occupant, and who they were talking to.

This was not something he was looking forward to, but he had information to work with now. Information against at least one very dangerous person, and one possibly less so.


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Private Communication to Commander Spock
I need you to come down to the brig and talk with the other Pike, like we discussed. Don't look at me, don't talk to me, just go in like you were slipping down there to talk to him. The guards already know and will leave when you dismiss them with the same protest as last time. Don't let him know I'm watching what's happening. I want to see what's going to happen.

I need you to talk to Marlena as well. Probably should talk to her first, actually.

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[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

When he took command from him. Usurped him. Kirk tucked that information away. He offered a grin to her, "Youngest Captain in history." He confirmed that. "So, putting aside the bullshit, tell me about yourself." He definitely wanted to compared notes on what she had told his counterpart versus what she did now.

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

She smiles back--she can't help it, really, not when he grins like that. "Lieutenant Marlena Moreau, Starfleet sciences department, chemistry division," she introduces herself. "On my Enterprise, I was head of the chemistry department, and quite good at my job." There was no arrogance in her voice, just a statement of facts.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Small wonder Spock put her in there so quickly. Kirk thought to himself. "How did you end up here? And I don't mean the brig," A flash of teeth in a grin, "On my ship. This universe."

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

She shrugs. "Your guess is as good as mine. I was quite honestly minding my own business, about to go to sleep, when suddenly I'm landing on the deck down by Engineering. I think I heard somebody mention something about observing a temporal anomaly, but I didn't catch any details. Not my field, you know."

She leans forward a little and lowers her voice. "Captain. I understand if you wish to keep this information confidential, but am I right in guessing that I am not the first person from my universe to show up here?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Possibly. Hard to say if its the same universe, honestly." That he was being truthful about. It was impossible to say exactly what universe anyone came from unless they came together.

"The chances of you getting home is fairly slim to none, you know. And honestly, you haven't done anything to keep you down here, nor do I really wanna." He studied her face. "But equally, I don't really have any reason to trust you. Or anyone that comes mysteriously to this ship... but considering where you come from, even more so."

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

"Considering where I came from?" She steps back, frowning, and folds her arms across her chest. "You mean, where I helped Jim escape from after saving his life?"

Abruptly, she gives up the posturing and sighs. "I'm not evil, Captain. I'm just trying to live as best I know how. I don't hurt people unless I need to." She chews her lip thoughtfully, considering how best to get her point across. "It's not black and white. Your universe isn't the good universe and mine the bad. If you're anything like the Jim I know, you understand that. Have I yet given you reason to distrust me?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"But I'm not a fool either." Kirk was unmoved, but he liked her way of thinking. "This is my ship, my crew, and I can't just release a potential danger without making sure. Nothing is ever black and white, just infinite shades of gray."

"I'll make this simple. We're over Risa right now. You're free to leave." He was testing her, lightly.

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

She turns over in her mind the prospect of trying to make a living on Risa. It's not very pleasant, unless this Risa is very different from the one she's familiar with. She suppresses a shudder at the thought of that potential future, seeing herself as a corpse in some back alley.

"Risa's nice enough," she says slowly, "but I shouldn't like to stay there too long. What if I wish to stay with the Enterprise? It is, after all, what I'm accustomed to."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Bingo.

"I've been thinking about that." Kirk said slowly. "Like I said, I can't just trust you running around the ship... but since it seems we're the home for everyone from another universe..." He smirked a little, "You'd have to agree to being on Risa for now until we rig up some way for you to be on this ship without me having to worry about it."

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

She smiles at that. "Sure. I could use a little vacation on Risa, anyway." She looks almost as though she's ready to skip out of the cell, and playfully flicks her fingers against the forcefield, making it snap and hiss.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Then... if you come with me?" Kirk hit the button to deactivate the barrier and offered his hand to her. "Well then," That charming Kirk smile, "If you'll come with me?"

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

She takes his hand, a tiny thrill running through her as she does so that has nothing to do with her joy at being free again. The feel of his skin is familiar-yet-not, and she tries not to blush under the full force of his beautiful smile, now unfiltered by the barrier's faint haze.

She clears her throat. "Yes, Captain," she agrees. "I'll come with you."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Damn, she was beautiful. He wanted to have her hair down around her body and... dammit. That didn't stop him from flirting as they walked. "Perhaps you'll join me for a drink on Risa when we both... have a moment?"

[lt-moreau.livejournal.com]

She concentrates on her breathing, trying to control her excitement and slow her racing heart. How is it that Jim Kirk can still affect her like this, even after all this time?

"Perhaps," she says noncommittally. "When we have a moment."