Silence. Usually Kirk was out in these halls first thing, quick enough to beat the rush but still able to hear plenty of other people moving around behind and ahead of him. With his rest, tonight had gone on long enough that all of the other prisoners were already well on their way to other missions, far from the patient blocks. The last time he'd seen the hallways look so deserted was his first night here, looking into empty rooms and hearing his own voice echo back at him before he'd run into Chekov.
Kirk paused outside the entryway, caught off-guard by the sudden memory of the young navigator. If he were being honest with himself, he'd have to admit that thoughts of his missing crew never strayed far, but there was something to be said for Kirk's ability to not think. Since the conversation with Roxas, he hadn't let himself focus on it at all.
Wandering out here, against his better judgment — was that just more distractions to get his mind off? The pain of his barely healing chest wounds said yes, but then... what was the worst that could happen? Stitches ripping open. Hemorrhaging without a doctor on hand. Death. Kirk tried mentally repeating all this, except in Bones' voice and in his considerably more colourful manner.
It didn't change his mind, not that Kirk had expected it to. He knew himself too well. Still, he could be careful. As careful as he ever was, which apparently amounted to swinging his flashlight around a couple times and getting startled as hell when it suddenly lit up someone standing not two feet away from him.
"Geez!" On instinct, his flashlight went up in a defensive position, but Kirk dropped his combat stance again when he saw the slight build and long pale hair. And then, just as instinctively, Jim flashed a rather roguish smile. "Sorry... you startled me."
no subject
Silence. Usually Kirk was out in these halls first thing, quick enough to beat the rush but still able to hear plenty of other people moving around behind and ahead of him. With his rest, tonight had gone on long enough that all of the other prisoners were already well on their way to other missions, far from the patient blocks. The last time he'd seen the hallways look so deserted was his first night here, looking into empty rooms and hearing his own voice echo back at him before he'd run into Chekov.
Kirk paused outside the entryway, caught off-guard by the sudden memory of the young navigator. If he were being honest with himself, he'd have to admit that thoughts of his missing crew never strayed far, but there was something to be said for Kirk's ability to not think. Since the conversation with Roxas, he hadn't let himself focus on it at all.
Wandering out here, against his better judgment — was that just more distractions to get his mind off? The pain of his barely healing chest wounds said yes, but then... what was the worst that could happen? Stitches ripping open. Hemorrhaging without a doctor on hand. Death. Kirk tried mentally repeating all this, except in Bones' voice and in his considerably more colourful manner.
It didn't change his mind, not that Kirk had expected it to. He knew himself too well. Still, he could be careful. As careful as he ever was, which apparently amounted to swinging his flashlight around a couple times and getting startled as hell when it suddenly lit up someone standing not two feet away from him.
"Geez!" On instinct, his flashlight went up in a defensive position, but Kirk dropped his combat stance again when he saw the slight build and long pale hair. And then, just as instinctively, Jim flashed a rather roguish smile. "Sorry... you startled me."