The gunfire was almost drowned by the splintering of glass just before it happened, but still too late. The sudden headache spoke to him in the way it always had, and Billy didn't have the time to question it, let alone hope that it would even think to answer questions. This sad thing that mistakenly loved him, and now urged him on and sped his feet as the other man seized his wrist. Dreamlike, Captain Kirk dragged him into action, but it only took a startled second before Billy was running with him. The questions he might have had for his angel or his hero were left behind.
He had some time for calm observational clarity before the guard (what else could he be?) had shot. A young man, movie star handsome and bizarrely familiar, had stepped out to join him. Billy was still dumbstruck by his dedication to being in character. Nuances aside, casually going to assist some stranger being held at gunpoint was befitting his perfectly pressed golden uniform. Billy had just stared. He listened to the words, and registered that it was some half-realized rescue attempt. Never, even in the deepest of his sorrows, had he imagined this kind of childish fantasy. The squid's possession of his dreams hadn't allowed Simon's room to creep into Billy's subconscious, but it was hardly as though Star Trek hadn't played a role in his reality.
Kirk said something else before taking Billy with him, but he had missed it. The words were lost, and so grinding glass told him all he needed to know. Go. Go. Go go go. They were aiming for whoever had been shot. Before, it had been simply a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye, but now it was a woman.
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He had some time for calm observational clarity before the guard (what else could he be?) had shot. A young man, movie star handsome and bizarrely familiar, had stepped out to join him. Billy was still dumbstruck by his dedication to being in character. Nuances aside, casually going to assist some stranger being held at gunpoint was befitting his perfectly pressed golden uniform. Billy had just stared. He listened to the words, and registered that it was some half-realized rescue attempt. Never, even in the deepest of his sorrows, had he imagined this kind of childish fantasy. The squid's possession of his dreams hadn't allowed Simon's room to creep into Billy's subconscious, but it was hardly as though Star Trek hadn't played a role in his reality.
Kirk said something else before taking Billy with him, but he had missed it. The words were lost, and so grinding glass told him all he needed to know. Go. Go. Go go go. They were aiming for whoever had been shot. Before, it had been simply a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye, but now it was a woman.