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[Need to Punch Something] -- [Kirk and Kirk]

Between finding out about Alex, finding out about Spot, and finding out that the bridge had gotten something from the planet below, Kirk was... well, frustrated wasn't quite the word. Stressed was definitely it, and there was one thing (other then alcohol, and he was refusing to go that low right now) that worked to get him ... okay TWO things including sex, but that wasn't (amazingly) on his mind either.

He wanted to punch something. Hard. Jim sounded like a good idea for a sparring partner right now.

With a fast comm to Jim, he had himself a sparring partner as he got off shift. He went back to his quarters and pulled on the same basic clothing he had worn back at the Academy when teaching classes - no formal gi, just loose shorts and a tee shirt.

He glanced around the gym, wondering if he had beat Jim there. When he didn't spot his counterpart, he found a flat, open spot and started to stretch out. Briefly, he wondered if pulling out safety equipment would be a good idea. At least the gloves. It'd keep his knuckles from ending up with bruises... and putting any on Jim.

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Jim shook his head. "I don't know. I'm jumping to conclusions," he said. "Chapel keeps telling me to back off, and I know she's right. It's really not like me. But I don't trust him. And it's not like I instinctively mistrust people who look like me."

Glad for that.. "...I know what you mean, though." Kirk admitted, "First time I met him... there was just... something I didn't like." He shrugged, "Nothing I can put my finger on, though."

"I don't know where, or how, he'd have gotten a hold of the sleeping pills," he said, "or even why. I mean, I don't have any evidence to suggest he's a threat, other than... a bad feeling. And I've had enough bad experiences with doubles to know I might be projecting, for some reason." He shrugged. "Something to think about, though."

Kirk held up his hand, "Whoa, whoa. We know how Emma got the sleeping pills. One of the doctors did lie about it and gave it to her. But... he could have forced them on her." He made a note to tell security to search Emma's quarters.

His brow furrowed. "Why would anyone do that?" he wondered aloud. He sighed. "He might have. He'd never admit it. And hell, I have no idea why he'd want to. Sometimes I just think I'm paranoid. But--" he shuddered "--I just hope you're lucky enough to avoid some of the things that have happened to me."

"...I know some of it." Kirk tapped his temple, "His memories will never go away." He looked down, sighing. "Being paranoid seems to be a part of our job description, Jim."

"I guess," Jim shrugged. "But it doesn't come naturally to me. Not the same as trusting your instincts, you know?" He tilted his head, regarding Kirk closely. "How's the other stuff going?"

He knew. Kirk nodded once, "...other stuff. It's... going. Trying to figure out the best steps to take--"

He blinked and looked up, "Right. We've gotten contact from the planet below."

Jim blinked back. "What sort of contact?"

"If the report's right? ...Singing."

"Singing," Jim repeated. "Interesting. The contact is intentional? We're not just picking it up by accident?" Some languages sounded like singing, using musical cadence and tone as they used inflection. "What else do we know? Anything? What do we have on this planet?"

"I'm 90% sure its intentional. We've gotten signatures that indicate there's technology down there, possibly even warp-technology. Otherwise... we're almost at an unknown. No marking of this planet, not even this system. We're right on the edge of a system we do know, though. It's got dilithium, which means Starfleet's going to want at it. It's almost all water... just little bits of land."

Jim grinned. God, he missed his job. "So," he said. "When are you going down?"

"Right now? ...I can't."

He gave one very pointed look at Jim.

"That's not my fault, Jim," he said calmly. He was pretty sure it wouldn't have stopped him.

"No, it's not. The point I was trying to make is that I can't go. So... maybe another captain should go in my place. Besides, you have about a thousand times my experience doing this."

Jim stared at him, his expression unreadable. "Jim, I..." He paused. "Jim, I appreciate that. I do. But..." He had experience. Kirk needed it. "Are you sure?"

His fingers clenched, "I have to stay here. Watching Nero, making sure he doesn't get at the dilithium? That's more important right now. I... I want to make sure this ship is safe."

Jim didn't say anything. It wasn't his place, and he was grateful, yes, that Kirk had taken his advice. He needed to make his own decisions. Under the circumstances... Jim didn't rightly know what he'd do. It was possible to keep the ship safe without Kirk being on it, on duty, constantly. But he understood.

"I understand," he said quietly. "But are you sure you want to send me in your place?"

"I think you'll do better then I will right now. I don't think... I think I'd just be better not being at the head of a group of people meeting a new species, right now." He glanced up. "When... I know more about what Nero's doing, I'll go down, if we can."

"Okay," Jim said, his eyes warm. "I'd be proud to." He was impressed with Kirk's restrain, not because he didn't think him capable, but because he knew what it took. "Who else you sending?"

"I don't know yet. Uhura, and maybe the female Spock? I need to think on it more.." He laughed, "Our very first meeting with another species. I don't want to screw it up."

"You won't," Jim assured him. "Seriously. We're good at this."

"I'm hoping. ...Crew's really young. ...me too." He shrugged a bit. He knew it was true. "We're all learning together."

"Some of it... you can't train for," Jim said. "You have to do, and that's the only way."

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