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(Because I miss Fannie)
Jim Kirk looked around the ballroom, bit sure about why he was even here. Bones had all but forced him to come, claiming heâs tired of watching him hide away when he could be flirting with a pretty gal.
But Jim felt like he was done with all that. He had flirted, flinged, and never found anything lasting. Now he was older than his father was when he died, unable to have kids, and just felt that his time had passed for that sort of thing.
He may try to sneak out. Specially since he learned itâs a ball for the Maddson Heiress to pick her husband.
To say FanndĂs Maddson hated balls would have been an understatement. Forced to wear clothing and jewelry too expensive to even consider rationalizing, and socialize with people who had no real interest in her beyond what they could gain. What was worse, no one had ever bothered to learn her name. Her real name. A name which held strength, history beyond Starfleet.
So there she stood, smiling as people diminished her, calling her Fannie, remarking in her looks as though she had nothing more to offer. As they stood around talking about her rather than to her, she slipped away to a nearby balcony, needing a moment to catch her breath.
Jim finally had enough of some brass and old money people attempting to make small talk with him just because he was impressive as a Captain of the flagship of Starfleet. He stepped outside onto the balcony, and immediately noticed the woman of the hour was out there alone. He silently sighed to himself for his own luck.
âSorry. Didnât realize this space was taken, Miss Maddson.â
He immediately turned to leave, not wanting anyone even her to think heâs a good catch. Because he really isnât.
