1701: ( commission / dnt ) (1027)
» ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ › ᴊᴛᴋ ([personal profile] 1701) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2020-10-10 02:05 am (UTC)

[ Sometimes it gives him pause, when Bones says things like that; he knows the other man is here because he is, ultimately. That the wild panicked grief that drove him to enlist in Starfleet has settled, and he'd rather stay within reach of his daughter and more than three feet of plasteel away from the vacuum of space.

Jim just thinks: it's just as likely for something awful to happen on a planet. Tarsus. Vulcan. What's there to be afraid of, comparatively? At least they're in control out here.

He can't say that shit to Bones, though, it's dumb and patronizing. ]


I'm sure I will again one of these leaves. [ Jim smiles at him, easy. ] If I can manage to take one.

[ His last extended leave had been mandated by their superiors on account of, uh, his death. Quite impressively in his opinion, he's managed to weasel out of ever taking a serious one besides that, finding training programs to head or interim commands to take, dipping in to seeing friends on in-between weekends. ]

Post a comment in response:

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

If you are unable to use this captcha for any reason, please contact us by email at support@dreamwidth.org