James T. Kirk

Kirk sat back in the conference room, foot propped up on the chair across from him. He had to deal with this debriefing with Jim and Spock, and honestly he just... didn't want to. He didn't want to know about Nero and Ayel but he had to, for Starfleet. He sighed, and looked across the room to Spock.

He had a feeling that Spock would be pretty quiet throughout the meeting, and if he spoke at all it would be in that Vulcany tight-lipped I'm actually feeling emotions but want to hide it really well way of his. Spock was the only Vulcan he had ever met that he could actually figure out the difference in those blank masks he wore. He wondered if it was because Spock was human, if he had just spent enough time around Spock, or sex made it that much more obvious.

Jim was going to go with a combination of all three.

When the morning came, it was all too soon. Kirk woke in the darkness all at once, laying there for several minutes. He stared at the ceiling in the darkness, listening to the hum of the ship, the silence that came from the darkest hours before a dawn that would never come. It was freezing in the room, just like he liked it, yet he still felt impossibly hot. Bones was, thankfully, curled off on the other side of the bed, back to Kirk. It allowed him to sit up and swing his legs over the side of the bed, burying his head into his hands. Fuck, it had been a while since he had dreamed of that. His stomach was pitching, clenching.

Just because of this fucking meeting. Stressed out, that's all. Kirk shook his head, standing up and tucking the sheets back in. He glanced to Bones, still curled up asleep, and smiled just slightly. Least one thing didn't go wrong.

( Until he looked at the chronometer. Fuck. )

The notes from this briefing ended up a bit long, but you can download the information onto your padds.

[OOC: This is the full log from the chat! Enjoy!]