James T. Kirk

Bones waited until Sam was inside before closing the door behind him. "Computer, lock shuttle door," then gave his authorization code. He took Sam's hand and walked him toward Jim. "We're gonna talk. Or maybe beat the shit out of each other. One way or another, I want some sort of decision before I open that door."

And he fucking meant it. This was getting old. Sitting down on the floor across from Jim, Bones sighed. "Okay, Jim, what are you thinking right now?"

It was as good a place to start as any.