James Tiberius Kirk (
boldygoing) wrote2017-09-19 10:09 am
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L'shanah tovah [for losthunter]
Jim Kirk has not celebrated any holidays with his family for a very long time.
Sure, they started talking again after his enlistment in Starfleet made its way into several Earth newsfeeds, the usual media vultures seeking attention for their coverage of George Kirk's son returning to the fold, so to speak. Confined mostly to text-based messages, and a few short video calls, his grandparents have reached out to him over the past few years, trying to reconnect, to mend old fences, and giving a standing invitation to come visit whenever he's ready.
He's always had an excuse for not going, citing existing plans to spend time with Bones, to study for upcoming exams, or being out of the solar system on Starfleet business, among other things. But with the Enterprise still out of commission as her repairs and overhaul nears completion, and having spent several weeks sharing living space with his mother again, he can't really wiggle out of it this year.
Not that he's even sure he wants to, anymore.
His family life has never really been the poster child for well-adjusted people, but... they're still his family. And maybe it's time to stop running away from his problems and pretending they don't exist. He's not a traumatized thirteen-year-old anymore, overwhelmed and isolated in the knowledge that none of them can truly appreciate the horrors he lived through, lashing out at a world that allowed such things to happen to him. He's turned his life around, cleaned up his act, and started down a path that is far more important than just fulfilling his own wants, regardless of the legality. And this particular holiday seems like the appropriate time to try to make amends.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to deal with it alone.
Jim patiently waits just outside a public transporter terminal in the Chicago suburbs, sitting on a park bench. While still wearing civilian clothes, he's on the slightly more formal side of things today in a white dress shirt and dark pants, though he's not bothered to wear a tie. It's about mid-afternoon, and the streets are mildly busy with people out for a stroll or out running errands of some kind, a steady flow of foot traffic both on the sidewalks and beaming in and out at the transporter platforms. He idly watches them pass by, keeping an eye out for his expected guest, whose PINpoint coordinates should bring him out exactly where everyone expects people to appear out of nowhere.
Sure, they started talking again after his enlistment in Starfleet made its way into several Earth newsfeeds, the usual media vultures seeking attention for their coverage of George Kirk's son returning to the fold, so to speak. Confined mostly to text-based messages, and a few short video calls, his grandparents have reached out to him over the past few years, trying to reconnect, to mend old fences, and giving a standing invitation to come visit whenever he's ready.
He's always had an excuse for not going, citing existing plans to spend time with Bones, to study for upcoming exams, or being out of the solar system on Starfleet business, among other things. But with the Enterprise still out of commission as her repairs and overhaul nears completion, and having spent several weeks sharing living space with his mother again, he can't really wiggle out of it this year.
Not that he's even sure he wants to, anymore.
His family life has never really been the poster child for well-adjusted people, but... they're still his family. And maybe it's time to stop running away from his problems and pretending they don't exist. He's not a traumatized thirteen-year-old anymore, overwhelmed and isolated in the knowledge that none of them can truly appreciate the horrors he lived through, lashing out at a world that allowed such things to happen to him. He's turned his life around, cleaned up his act, and started down a path that is far more important than just fulfilling his own wants, regardless of the legality. And this particular holiday seems like the appropriate time to try to make amends.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to deal with it alone.
Jim patiently waits just outside a public transporter terminal in the Chicago suburbs, sitting on a park bench. While still wearing civilian clothes, he's on the slightly more formal side of things today in a white dress shirt and dark pants, though he's not bothered to wear a tie. It's about mid-afternoon, and the streets are mildly busy with people out for a stroll or out running errands of some kind, a steady flow of foot traffic both on the sidewalks and beaming in and out at the transporter platforms. He idly watches them pass by, keeping an eye out for his expected guest, whose PINpoint coordinates should bring him out exactly where everyone expects people to appear out of nowhere.
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Hunter chuckles. "She will randomly show up to my place, with food. Usually stuff that I can re-heat easily later."
"And she would definitely enjoy trying out any of these recipes."
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That everyone knows Jim doesn't follow those rules right now goes unremarked upon, nor are any judgmental looks sent in his direction. "It's kind of funny... Starfleet has just about as many rules and regulations," he comments.
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"Have you had any family members in Starfleet?" James asks Hunter, curious. Their guest hasn't said much about his family thus far, and they don't want to pry into any sensitive topics, so it's better to let him volunteer that information if he wants.
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"My father is a multi-media journalist." He glances down at his plate for a moment. "And my mother passed when I was a child, I never knew what she was interested in."
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Jim moves his knee to rest against Hunter's in silent support.
"Your father never talked about her?" Ruth asks carefully, respectfully.
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"I didn't even know where she was buried, until recently."
"I have very faint memories of her. And I painted a representation of her, that now hangs in my bedroom."
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"But I am having trouble finding my mother's parents."
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"Right now I am just enjoying learning about my roots. Learning about the foods and traditions of those other cultures."
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"My dad's side of the family came over during the American pioneer days too," Jim adds, earning a somewhat startled look from his mom, who hadn't expected him to bring up George.
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And he nods slightly to Jim's addition to the conversation. "It can be very interesting going back in history, to see those family connections. To see what challenges they faced."
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"Especially with opposing methods of tracking families," Ruth adds. "Historically, most Earth societies have favored patrilineal descent, but according to halakha, Jewish family lines are passed down through the mother, not the father."
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"It's a cultural thing, not genetics," Jim adds. Not like he's given much thought to whether he ever wants to perpetuate the family line from either side of his family, anyway, so it isn't like this bothers him. He hasn't been pressured by his mom to give her grandkids either, for obvious reasons. "With the more secular families it doesn't matter so much, but the really religious sects are strict about it."
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"So, James, what was your role in Starfleet?" He asks Jim's grandfather.
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This new autocorrect is awful
lol
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