[Rifts in the Boredom of Forced Sick Leave] -- [Open]

[kirktastic]

Things had gone... interestingly the night of the party. The small memory put a smile to Kirk's face, despite his complete boredom and annoyance at still being trapped in his room. He could leave, he could walk around, but there was nothing he could do. Damn CMO's orders.

Even if, you know, he was sleeping with said CMO.

There was still a lot to be done, and damn if he was just going to sit back while it happened. Which had led him to sitting on his bed, naked from the waist up, leaning over a padd as he tried to figure out the exact time not one but two people had evidently gone missing from his god damn ship.

And getting no where fast expect to a headache.

Comments

[letspunchit.livejournal.com]

"Of course," said Chris with a nod. "But you're probably still the closest person to him around. I would, but I don't know him at all - God knows he doesn't have reason to be as patient with me as you've been today." He gave Jim a rueful little smile.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk suddenly missed the days he could be relaxed around Pike, almost like a father figure. Someone he could look up to and respect, feel easy around, someone he wanted to listen to. Now.. all of that had gone to hell. Maybe it could find its way back there.

"Not talking to him isn't gonna help though." Kirk pointed out, "He's going to want answers to questions I don't have, probably about why you left, too."