#daredtodobetter

“Entirely true, and I wouldn’t even dare to argue it. That ‘guy’ can and has brought me to my knees with a look. But you’re kinda oversimplifying, aren’t you? If I’m the powerful Doctor, known across all time and space, that ‘blonde guy from Iowa’ is James Tiberius Kirk, the most influential and heroic Starfleet captain in all of history. Mankind never forgets his name. He is one of the most important people in the history of the universe...

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Locutus could see Emperor Kirk long before the human could see him. Kirk was strapped to the table in the assimilation room, being watched by four Borg guards, and Locutus could see through all of their eyes. The Emperor seemed smaller, from this perspective, than he had on the viewscreens and holograms Picard had grown up watching. After everything, the great Emperor was only human. 

“Uncle jimmy !! Tell me about the story of your space adventures! Especially the ones where you said you’ve fought with a giant!” The sparkle in her eyes as she practically clings onto the man’s leg, smiling bright. “Daddy said you might be exaggerating though, is that true??” 

She was always a good soldier. 

So when the Nova Prime had picked her specifically to accompany a Starfleet ship, she was honoured initially, and horrified the second that she could get away. She’d have to spend the next few years as a security officer, a low ranking one at that, all because of a Xandarian peace treaty. Mel wasn’t happy, in the slightest, but she’d do as she was told.

“Yeah? Well now y’do.” One might not take Leonard for a man prone to violence, at least to consider him at first. But his involvement upon the Enterprise is only the tip of the iceberg in terms of what he’s capable of, if pressed. Gruesome experiments may sate his scientific curiosity; torture may be carried out by the Captain’s direct orders. But he’d won his wife with his fists, and lost her the very same way, against the same solitary man.

Leonard’s been prepared to die many times, always on his feet. Wary eyes watch as Tiberius picks himself up, and he’s drawn to the smear of crimson upon the man’s lip. Harder. He should have hit harder. 

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Alright, Jim. I’m gonna need you to listen. There’s a seriousness in his expression that manages to outdo the typical severity of his face, and he’s hoping it will be enough to keep Jim riveted to his seat.

Don’t be throwin’ your fool ass out of the frying pan and into the fire this time. I know you’ve got a death wish, got your action-hero complex. Know how much you just love puttin’ your ass on the line for everybody else. Everything about his expression is fond, from the softness of his eyes to the small smile playing about his lips. 

Not this time. They need you, Jim. And you’re gonna let me do this for you. You’ve done so much for me. It’s my turn. A temporary hostage barring negotiations had been demanded of the Enterprise, but it isn’t really what they’d wanted. What they’d actually wanted was a sacrifice. But Jim never would have allowed him to be taken otherwise.

M’sorry, Jim. I know we had plans. He chuckles a little, at that, though there’s no humor in it. Plenty of ‘em. And just because I’m not there- His voice grows a little rough, but he’s almost done. It’s nearly time. Doesn’t mean that has to change.

“What’d you even do, when y’have a chance like this?” The words are hushed, just this side of secretive, as if Leonard wouldn’t want to be caught asking what a man ought to do when he’s relieved of duty and free to do as he pleases. He has a life, thanks very much; he has hobbies and desires just like anyone else. But he hasn’t been at liberty to pursue any of it in quite some time, and he hasn’t been set loose on San Francisco with Jim at his side and a whole array of possibilities in front of them for even longer.

Nearly everything he has fits in a large duffel, and this is what he hauls off the ship now; his life carried off of it just as it had been carried on, subject to return in good time if he doesn’t decide he’s had enough of space already. But who is he kidding, really?