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Jim Kirk x fem!reader (12)

“You’ve got to be up for Alpha,” you assured Christine, leaning over to give her a hug. “The Beta staff will look after me fine.” “Are you sure?” She yawned, eyes tired. “You look exhausted. Go to bed, everything’s good here.” You ushered her off, crossing your legs on the boiled and pulling over your console. “Are you ok, Ambassador?” The young Beta nurse bustled in, quickly scanning your vitals. “Do you need anything?” “I’m happy, thank you, Nurse,” you replied, sincerely. “I admire your ability to function so well at this time of night.” Her laughter bounced off the cold, sterile walls of the medbay. “Well, it’s not so bad once you get a routine,” she shrugged back, smiling. “It’s always better boring than busy.” She drifted around the room, keeping an easy conversation about the events on Betazed, until the doors swished open again and an engineer wandered in, clutching his hand close to his chest. Edgar Allen Poe’s Raven danced across the screen in front of you, but you couldn’t help your mind wandering back to the planet below you. Eventually you gave up and opened a document to begin your report, wondering how you were ever going to explain that actually, one of our most important allies was working with Orion slavers but it’s ok because we accidentally helped overthrow their new dictator after accidentally discovering this. Also, we only discovered this by explicitly disobeying said dictator of an allied planet on her own internal affairs. You decided it wasn’t one of the weirdest mission reports to come off the Enterprise, and probably placed closer to regulation practice than many of them.

“She’s waiting up for you.” The quiet exchange in the medbay foyer drifted to your ears an hour later, as you were finalising the details on your report, and you perked up, watching the door. “It’s not me she’s waiting for,” Nyota called back over her shoulder, cheekily, as she made her way in to sit on the edge of your bed. “Hey (Y/N), just checking in. Chris got you under control?” Bones followed her in, offering a brief pat on your shoulder before he turned to your monitor. “Sure did,” you confirmed, relaxing into the gentle embrace she offered. “I sent her to bed once she was done. She seemed half-inclined to stay up with me but she looked like she was about to fall asleep on her feet.” “It’s been a busy day,” Nyota agreed, standing up again, and placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “I’ll check in on you in the morning. Jim’ll be by in a few.” She winked, ducking out of your reach as you swiped at her. “See you in the morning, Ny.” You settled on sticking your tongue out at her. “I’m not dying am I, Bones?” “Ha ha.” He rolled his eyes. “You’ll be fine. Pain meds?” “It’s not too sore,” you answered, fiddling with the bandage as he swatted your hands away. “I’ll be fine.” “Alright, but I’ll leave instructions with the nurse if you change your mind.” He started towards the door. “Oh, by the way kid, I think you’re the only person to successfully make James T Kirk blush since he was 15.”

“Alright Bones, that’s enough!” Jim interrupted, shoving his best friend out as he entered. “She’ll see enough of you tomorrow.” You didn’t hear what Bones said after that. “Sorry if I embarrassed you earlier,” you apologised, rubbing the back of your neck. “I guess I didn’t really think it through.” “No, no it’s fine,” he assured you, hovering awkwardly by the side of your bed. You patted the space next to you and he sat down, pointing at the console. “Whatcha you doing?” “Well, I was trying to read,” you admitted, “The Raven has always been one of my favourites, I often go back to it to get my mind off things, but tonight, apparently Betazed didn’t want to be ignored. So I wrote my report instead.” “You and Spock will be the only two with finished reports making the rest of us look bad,” he scolded, shutting away your console. “Besides, no work on med leave.” “Oh yeah, coz you always listen to what Bones says,” you teased. He put a hand to his heart in mock offence. “Oh the pain,” he whined, slumping dramatically away from you. “The betrayal!” You laughed, shoving him lightly. A few moments of comfortable silence passed, and you tipped your head gently onto his shoulder. “You were brilliant down there, you know,” you commented, eventually. “I mean, we’ve all heard about how great James T Kirk is, but you’re nothing like they play you up to be. There’s so much more substance when you’re making the hard decisions that they just don’t tell us about. Everything seems like a one plus one kind of equation in the textbooks. I think that’s why no one’s ever passed the Maru, because they only give us two options in every situation and that’s not real life.” “I couldn’t have made those decisions without knowing that I had the best crew available to me,” he answered, easily. “On the ship and on the ground. And you’ve well and truly proven that you’re a crucial part of that crew, just as much as anyone else. So no more jumping into phaser shots.” “You were right behind me to do the same thing, and don’t deny it.” You caught his eye, and he sighed, waving one hand in the air as though searching for some kind of excuse. Minutes passed, both of you deep in your thoughts. “You know, I hear Betazed has a beautiful night sky.”

You woke to your comm buzzing the next morning, and searched blearily for it on the cold floor. “Ny?” you questioned, answered it, and squinting at your surroundings. You were on the floor of the obs deck, head pillowed by something warm and a sinewy kind of soft. “Shit!” You bolted upright, lifting your head from its place on James Kirk’s stomach. “Where are you? I came by to check on you on my way to the gym, because I know you wake up at unholy hours,” Nyota rushed, on the other side of the comm. “You can’t just ditch medbay. McCoy specifically said you had to be attended.” “I’m with Jim,” you answered, trying desperately to keep the pain out of your voice as you clutched your wounded side. “We’re on the obs deck. Sorry Ny. I’ll meet you for breakfast?” You could hear the grin in her voice as she told you to say hi to the captain for me before she signed off. You flipped your comm closed, turning to a now-awake Jim, who was already prying your hand away to get a better look at your side. “I knew this was a bad idea.” You could hear the underlying panic in his voice. “And now you’re hurt and–“ “Hey!” You took his face in your hands, making him look up at you. “I’m not bleeding, it’s fine. Besides, this was my idea. If anything, I should be apologising for using you as my pillow.” He cracked a reluctant smile. “Was I comfortable?” he asked, though his eyes still wandered down to the wound in your side, confirming that it was undamaged. “I think that’s the best sleep I’ve had since I was a kid,” you grinned back, as he stood and helped you to your feet. “Screw best Captain in the Fleet, James T Kirk is the best pillow in the galaxy.”

The Eternal Cycle

Death’s Feast and the Birth of LifeIn the intricate dance of existence, death is not merely an end but a vital participant in the cycle of life. This profound interplay, often overlooked, reveals the essential truth that in the demise of one form lies the genesis of another.Death, in its most elemental guise, dines upon the physical remains of life. Be it the flesh of creatures or the verdure of…