Road Trip [for losthunter]

[boldygoing]

It's a beautiful spring day in Riverside, Iowa. The skies are clear and the weather is pleasantly mild, and across the endless fields that stretch out into vast distances, automated farm machinery is hard at work planting corn for the season.

There's no such machinery around the Kirk farm, though someone has bothered to zap away some of the weeds threatening to devour the foundation. The old homestead still sits disturbingly empty, all but abandoned if not for a few small signs that someone has been there recently. One of those signs sits just outside the house, leaning up against his motorbike as he waits for another rider to come join him, a set of riding goggles resting against his forehead.

The motorcycle has clearly seen better days, but it's nothing like twenty-first century bikes. There are no spokes in the wheels, for one thing - indeed, the wheels don't even seem attached by anything visible, held in place by some invisible force. It's keeping itself upright without a kickstand, as well, even though the young man in question is leaning most of his weight against it.

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[boldygoing]

"What can I say, I'm an adventurous guy. I'll try anything at least once."

[losthunter]

"Anything?" Hunter chuckles lightly.

[boldygoing]

"Anything not toxic to humans, sure. Doesn't mean I'll like it, but I'll try it." Jim takes a brief pause from his hasperat to tear the mapa bread roll in half, and he sets one of the halves on Hunter's side of the table. It's a sort of multigrain, full of seeds and other healthy-looking stuff. "Mapa's good for dipping in stew, especially when you get down towards the bottom."

[losthunter]

"Thanks..." Hunter flashes him a bright smile. He takes the mapa bread to do as Jim suggested, starting to dip it into the stew.

[boldygoing]

Jim eats the other half plain, letting the nuttiness temper the lingering heat from the hasperat. He doesn't leave a crumb of either one, and leans back slightly in his chair to sip at his kava juice. "You gonna have room for dessert?"

[losthunter]

"I always save room for dessert." Hunter wiggles his eyebrows slightly. "Always."

[boldygoing]

Jim smiles back at him, and playfully taps the toe of his boot against Hunter's. It's not exactly easy playing footsie in motorcycle boots, but it's the thought that counts. "Awesome. I read good things about the tuwaly pie here. It's kinda like coconut cream."

[losthunter]

"Sounds perfect. Should we each order a slice?"

[boldygoing]

"Sounds good to me," Jim agrees. He's in no rush to finish up and go, enjoying taking the time to appreciate the beautiful weather and the excellent company. It's nice to finally be out of that house for a while, and away from the nagging about his health, no matter how well-intentioned. "Once we're done here, is there anywhere you wanna go?" They passed an awful lot of businesses on their way through town, but if Hunter would rather just hit the road and drive through endless green hills and cornfields, Jim is all right with that too.

[losthunter]

"Maybe their is a craft store, that we could visit?" Hunter enjoys finding new materials for his artistic creations.

[boldygoing]

Jim laughs a little. "Gonna load up on supplies? We can do that."

[losthunter]

"Well, I figure that I would definitely find something new here."

[boldygoing]

"Probably," Jim agrees. "Though if you're after metals, we might want to hit up a hardware repair shop too. You can get all sorts of wire and stuff like that."

[losthunter]

"That would be amazing. I have started exploring with metal art."

[boldygoing]

"Because of the trees?" Jim asks, smiling a little. He knows that Hunter has done jewelry before, obviously, but 'metal art' sounds a lot more specific than wearable items. And he's seen a little bit of the artist's work with the gold wire Jim used as payment for the bracelet.

[losthunter]

"I am enjoying making those little trees."

"But after I finished the clay sculpture of the Enterprise, I decided it didn't showcase the silver tones of your ship. So now I am entwining metal into the clay."

[boldygoing]

Jim had almost forgotten about Hunter's project. He vaguely remembers scrolling through his missed messages while he was still in the hospital, once McCoy let him have his communicator back, but the captain was still fairly loopy so most of it went in one ear and out the other, so to speak. "How's that going?"

[losthunter]

"It is a little bigger than I had originally planned. But I needed it bigger, since it is easier to do more detailed work."

"I am trying not to get too caught up in the detail work." But since he hopes to give it to Jim some day, he wants every little detail to be perfect.

[boldygoing]

"Hey," Jim says, reaching across the table to put his hand on Hunter's, and gives him an encouraging smile. "You make it however detailed as you want. I'm sure she'll be awesome either way."

[losthunter]

Hunter appreciates the gesture. And he turns his hand to squeeze Jim's fingers. As strange as it sounds, getting to know Jim in these past few weeks has been wonderful. He is enjoying that they know each other so well, that one knows when the other needs some emotional support.

"This is why I enjoy spending time with you." He smiles.

[boldygoing]

Jim appreciates the support too, over these troubled past few weeks. It's nice to be able to turn the tables once in a while and return the favor. "And here people always tried to tell me flattery would get me nowhere."

[losthunter]

"Not with me, sweetheart. You can flatter me, anytime." Hunter takes the opportunity to kiss Jim's knuckles.

[boldygoing]

"Oh, trust me, I will." Jim smiles back at him.

The waitress swings by their table to check on them, and before long at all, she returns with two slices of pie and a fingerprint scanner to settle the check. Jim presses his thumb to the scanner, authorizing them to charge his 'fleet account, before he digs into his dessert.

"This probably doesn't fit that diet Bones has me on, but I won't tell him if you don't."

[losthunter]

"As I mentioned before... we can do anything you would desire today, and I am not going to tell Bones about it."

Hunter starts to dig into his dessert.

[boldygoing]

It really is sort of like coconut cream, with an alien flavor to it that's hard to describe. But it's good, in Jim's opinion, and he savors every bite. "The next time we're both in San Francisco, I've got to take you to this Bolian place down on Fisherman's Wharf. They have this really awesome version of grilled cheese and tomato soup where every ingredient is from somewhere other than Earth."