after the dream of falling & calling your name out, these are the roots of rhythm & the roots remain

[straightontilmorning]

Jim's learned several nifty things about her PINpoint while she was confined to quarters. One is that yes, she could program in coordinates for transportation, and managed to test it on a few inanimate objects with 100% success rate. She wasn't sure yet if she wanted to use it on herself - she didn't have anything against transporters, unlike Bones, but she wasn't sure she trusted it solely to a device she could hold in the palm of her hand.

Another was that, in addition to sending text communication to other PINpoints, you could send cartoon faces for emphasis of emotions. After an hour of lying on her bed staring at the ceiling ensuing a dream - she refused to consider them nightmares, just slightly troubling constructs of her mind that sometimes wouldn't go away afterwards - after that, she found herself reaching for her PINpoint and selecting an appropriately hopeful, sad, and above all pathetic face to send to Bones with her text.

Pax?

Luckily, it was morning already for Bones' shift, or that might have hurt her case more than helped it.

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[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

He was working, trying his damndest to find something in the readings from the many - almost countless - scans from Jim. That along with dealing with an unfortunate - or dumb, either works - Ensign that managed to burn his arm and hand in a minor accident.

Sat in his office, chin in his hand as he looked over notes, his PINpoint flashed at him, causing him to grumble at the interruption. He grumbled further when he saw it was from Jim, and exhaled.

Bellum

Teasing? Yes. But he wanted to see her reaction. Well, read it.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Making faces at her PINpoint? Just maybe. Not funny, Bones, not funny at all.

He gets a much more high-tech equivalent of D:! D:! D:! back.

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

And she? Got a more high-tech equivalent of :P right back.

But, in all seriousness, he then sent another message right away afterwards. How are you doing?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

I'm wearing my monitor like a good Captain. How long are you going to keep me here?

Because the answer to that questions is really, really stir-crazy.

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

Have you made your choice on the mind meld yet?

Because if she wanted an answer to the time limit, he needed an answer to that.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

No.

But she would be royally pissed off if her freedom depended on that.

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

Will you stay the hell away from the bridge and anything remotely work related?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

If that's the only way you'll let me out. But you know you can't keep me off duty forever, Bones.

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

No, I can't. But I can until I feel, as your Doctor, that you've made a good recovery.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Jim spent the intervening time gleefully poking around in her crew's business. Scotty alone had to yell her out of Engineering twice - though with more than a touch of affection in her tone. Jim found a note on her communicator later pointing out she just might happen to be in the Rec Room at 2100 hours, should the Captain feel the need to drop by.

At 1800 hours, she was already settled into an easily-spotted table with a cup of coffee, enjoying her opportunity to creepily spy on her crew in person. (They knew they loved it.)

And yes, wearing her monitor.

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

Bones was pleased that her monitor hadn't made too much noise at him today. Even more so that it didn't alert him to her removal of it. Seemed she was behaving herself. Which only made him worry more; Jim Kirk never behaved herself for him. Ever. Unless she was upset or after something.

He plopped himself down opposite her at the table, and reached over for her coffee, slipping it from her and bringing it to his lips for a sip.

"What've you done with yourself today?"

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

"Nothing work-related," she answered, smoothly stealing the coffee back from him. Her coffee. He should have known better.

"What have you been doing?"

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

He fully expected her to do that, but his lips still twitched in amusement as she did so.

"Then why have I heard about your antics in Engineering?" he paused. "I've been trying to work."

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

She held up a finger in the universal sign of wait a second while I refute your claims with my brilliant argument. "That wasn't work-related, Bones. That was a social call."

She missed her Chief Engineer! He couldn't fault her for that.

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

"Was it really? And since when are social calls when someone is on duty, good practice?" Oh yeah, argue that one, Kirk.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

...Oh hell. He's got her there. "Since I decided it would improve morale if my crew saw I was alive and well and not locked in my quarters anymore."

Locked up forever, Bones. Take pity.

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

"No more harassing them on duty. I don't trust you to keep your nose out and not work," he replied, pointing a finger at her as he spoke.

"I'm trying to work on a programme for you. If you don't like the idea of a mind meld, we should put my psychology knowledge to use and talk through things. There're things going on in your head that need fixing, whether you admit it or not."

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Not that there was anything to see. Just one Captain, walking briskly through the corridors in the direction of her Chief Medical Officer's quarters.

On arrival, she commandeered the nearest table-like surface to set down her load of dinner. "Get it while it's hot."

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing," he replied, moving to take hold of the food to begin his assault. Oh, how he was hungry.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

MMMM, she sure was enjoying that steak, Bones. Made his soup and sandwich look a little pitiful, didn't it?

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

Pffft. He'd get his revenge.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

She'd be interested to see what that was.

After she finished her steak.

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

"So... are we any closer to you talking through what's going on in your head?" Spoken between mouthfuls of his soup.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, Bones," she said, carefully blank. "Are we?"

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

"I'd like to hope so."