James Tiberius Kirk (
boldygoing) wrote2017-05-29 12:25 pm
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Big Reveals [for losthunter]
Jim has been in Starfleet Medical for eight weeks before he's finally released. Which is not to say he's been cleared for duty, mind you. But he's recovered enough not to need that kind of constant medical supervision, able to take the rest of his treatment as outpatient. He has physical therapy three times a week, exercises to do at home, and of course Doctor McCoy is still keeping an eagle eye on his diet, something that annoys Jim to no end.
Of course, that's nothing compared to finding out that his Starfleet-assigned apartment is buried under the crashed bulk of the USS Vengeance.
Jim doesn't really give a shit about the apartment itself. Yeah, it was kind of nice to have his own place, but it's never been home. It was just a place to stay whenever the Enterprise was in port. And though it was more decorated than his quarters onboard the ship, it was all meaningless knickknacks, nothing with any real sentimental value.
No, he's more pissed about the fact that nobody told him until a month after he woke up from the coma.
He understands why, of course. McCoy gave him the whole spiel about stress being bad for his recovery, about not needing to worry himself about things he couldn't do anything about, that by the time this happened Jim was already dead, but it's a heavy blow to realize that the loss of life was far, far greater than he'd realized. Tens of thousands died or lost their homes. Yet Jim Kirk lives, when he has no right to be breathing, let alone leaving the hospital.
And it's hard not to be in a foul mood when he realizes that the only place he has to stay on Earth is in Iowa, at the old neglected Kirk homestead. At least it's not likely to be bugged by Section 31, and Jim spends two entire days sweeping the place for surveillance devices, and another three to get the house in order, before he's reassured enough to have visitors.
[OOC: Image links to replace broken ones below:
23rd century Iowa
Mind meld position]
Of course, that's nothing compared to finding out that his Starfleet-assigned apartment is buried under the crashed bulk of the USS Vengeance.
Jim doesn't really give a shit about the apartment itself. Yeah, it was kind of nice to have his own place, but it's never been home. It was just a place to stay whenever the Enterprise was in port. And though it was more decorated than his quarters onboard the ship, it was all meaningless knickknacks, nothing with any real sentimental value.
No, he's more pissed about the fact that nobody told him until a month after he woke up from the coma.
He understands why, of course. McCoy gave him the whole spiel about stress being bad for his recovery, about not needing to worry himself about things he couldn't do anything about, that by the time this happened Jim was already dead, but it's a heavy blow to realize that the loss of life was far, far greater than he'd realized. Tens of thousands died or lost their homes. Yet Jim Kirk lives, when he has no right to be breathing, let alone leaving the hospital.
And it's hard not to be in a foul mood when he realizes that the only place he has to stay on Earth is in Iowa, at the old neglected Kirk homestead. At least it's not likely to be bugged by Section 31, and Jim spends two entire days sweeping the place for surveillance devices, and another three to get the house in order, before he's reassured enough to have visitors.
[OOC: Image links to replace broken ones below:
23rd century Iowa
Mind meld position]
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But this seems like a good time to bring up information about Hunter's own name. "I recently legally changed my name to Hunter. It isn't the name I was born with. But it is the name I have been using, since my appearance was changed."
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He listens as Hunter speaks, passing no judgment, never reacting like Hunter's been lying to him about his identity or anything like that. "Because you feel like a different person now?" he guesses.
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"At first, it was because I didn't want anyone to know that I was me. So I used it as a pseudonym. But as I got to find myself and accept myself... it became my new identity. My new self."
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That strikes a chord in Jim, but he can't admit to it, not without breaking the confidentiality that he's still legally bound by. "Why'd you pick Hunter?" he asks instead.
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"I saw, as in a dream sublime, The balance in the hand of Time. O'er East and West its beam impended; And day, with all its hours of light, Was slowly sinking out of sight, While, opposite, the scale of night. Silently with the stars ascended." He quotes the poem from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
"It was the stars of his belt that shone the brightest the night I was changed."
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"But I decided the next day to call myself Hunter."
[bed]
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"Usually there is a story tied into the name chosen too. Why did your parents want to name you James?"
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"You wanna hear the weird part?" Jim asks, raising his eyebrows. "My parents didn't talk names beforehand, so they had about thirty seconds to name me together. The version of me from Ambassador Spock's timeline ended up with the exact same name, even though his parents didn't have to rush it."
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"I think I could compromise."
"As long as you keep that promise about me getting to see you in your dress uniform."
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[looks like a good spot to wrap up :D]
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