tampered | Log; Ongoing; Closed

Log; Ongoing; Closed

When; December 19th, Saturday
Rating; Maybe PG-13-ish
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Summary; Sometimes the best solution to big problems is to leave the area for a bit and go camping.
Log;

Getting out of the City proper was a good idea, best idea someone could have suggested actually. Shalimar was grateful that Kirk actually didn't mind the outdoors, staying around a bunch of people would have really gotten to her right now. At least she'd gotten most of her anger and sadness out last night, that was something, even if her method had left her looking a bit beaten up. But that was one of the nice things about being around Kirk, he wouldn't make a big deal about her being slightly injured, which made it easier to relax a bit.

Not that her mind didn't wander to what had happened yesterday, it did. Even as they walked together looking for a good camping spot her mind was somewhere else, trying to suppress a bunch of different instincts and thoughts that were driving her nuts. So she walked in silence hoping that he'd say something to snap her attention away from the crap going on right now.

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Kirk was glad that Shalimar had agreed to go camping with him. He was also more than a little proud of her that she had agreed to it too. Recognizing that she needed to get away was a sign that she was maturing. Kirk knew she didn't need Brennan or anyone else to tell her when she needed to get away from a situation.

"It's getting cold," Kirk said, pulling his coat tighter around him. "I hate the cold. At least it's not an ice planet. I really hate ice planets."

Shalimar turned her head to look at him and smiled. She may not have needed Brennan or anyone else to tell her she needed to get away, but it was nice having someone with her right now.

"Don't be a baby," she said, trying not to laugh. "What were you doing on an ice planet anyway?"

"Freezing my ass off and running from monsters because Spock thought I needed to cool down a bit," Kirk said, with only a trace of bitterness in his voice. The same sense of duty and pragmatism and adherence to logic that had caused the man to send him to the planet were the same attributes that made him such a good First Officer. Kirk held no hard feelings toward the other man for what he'd done.

"Seriously?" she asked, putting a hand over her mouth to try to hide her grin. "Bet that worked wonderfully. Let me guess, next time you saw him you punched him didn't you?"

"Actually, technically, the next time I saw him it was an older version of myself from an alternative future and he saved me from some snow monsters," Kirk admitted. Time travel was really, really weird like that.

"Then not too long after I saw my Spock, I like him beat the crap out of me."

"That's just...special. All kinds of special right there. I did the time travel thing, I wasn't impressed with the past. I am however disappointed that you needed to be saved from snow monsters," Shalimar said, laughing.

"You let someone beat the crap out of you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe I shouldn't let you lead after all."

"It was necessary at the time," Kirk said, shaking his head as he remembered back. "Spock was making the wrong decisions and he needed to be relieved of duty. I had to make him so angry that everyone could see he was emotionally compromised so that I could take command."

"It's always necessary at the time," Shalimar said with a shrug. She bumped into him playfully and smiled. "Sounds like a complicated plan. It worked though?"

"Of course it worked," he said, bumping her back as he smiled over at her. "My plans always work. Or almost always work."

"Somehow I imagine you're probably right. You have a nice mix of planning for things and being spontaneous," she said, laughing at him and shaking her head. "So since you're leading you get to pick where we set things up."

"What can I say, it's a gift," he said, smirking over at her. "And alright, there should be a place not too much further that has a decent enough clearing where we can set up camp."

"What other gifts do you have?" she asked, smiling mischievously. "Or you could and I can sit and watch."

"I think you've seen a lot of them," he told her, giving her a wink. "And I guess if it's too hard for you to do, I can do it."

"I could say so much to that," she said, trying not to laugh. She walked in front of him and put a hand on her hip. "Nothing is too hard for me. I feel like I should start singing that song about doing things better."

"You probably shouldn't sing that song," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Because I know you can't fly a ship as well as me, let alone better."

"You've never seen me fly. I can fly the Helix. When I'm allowed. It always involves going way too fast, being too reckless, and crashing into something...." she trailed off and looked at him sheepishly. "On second thought maybe it's best that I don't sing that song. Although if we really got to hard riding, I'd be better than you. Especially if it was my bike from home."

"Uh huh, crashing into things? That's what I thought," he said with a smirk before chuckling a bit. "And you think you can ride better than me?"

"Adam eventually got autopilot. I blame him for the crashing. If he'd gotten it to begin with I wouldn't have made those really bad landings," she said, glaring at him. "It's not like Lexa was any better than me..." she mumbled. "No. I know I can. You might put up a challenge though. Unless you ended up getting frightened of going too fast and too recklessly."

"Right, it's not so bad because someone else was just as horrible a pilot as you," he mocked, amused at her grumbling. "And I don't get scared by going too fast or too reckless."

"I wouldn't say I was horrible. Jesse wasn't better! He was flying when I fell thousands of feet out of the Helix," she said, crossing her arms. "I bet you would get scared if it was me driving. Or flying. You'd probably be terrified then."

"Just because someone else is just as bad as you doesn't mean you're not horrible," Kirk said with a shake of his head. "And from the way it sounds like you drive, I probably would be scared."

"Okay...to be honest Jesse is a really good pilot. We were just shot down by a missile. I could have learned," she said, crossing her arms across her chest. "It's just not my job to learn. My job requires things to be more subtle, flying the Helix in just wouldn't be good for that." She glared at him again. "I guess some people are just less afraid of death than others."

"Right, you shouldn't learn how to do more than one thing," he said, shrugging a bit. "If your teammates were incapacitated and it was up to you to fly the jet... hey, it's not your thing to learn.

Kirk couldn't help but grin more. "Some people don't heal up nearly as quickly or as nicely as others."

"We all have things we're good at. Mine is infiltration, breaking into places, fighting, and tracking. Jess is our computer guy, he flies the Helix, and builds a lot of our stuff. Brennan's good when it comes to stealing, jobs that involve women, and fighting," she said, sighing. "We have autopilot now. Connected to Sanctuary. That way even if all of us are out the Helix can get us home. I can fly it, just not well. We have this magical thing called a team. Maybe you should read about it."

She glared. "You should learn."

"Right, I wouldn't know anything about teamwork," he said, giving an exaggerated nod. "The thousands of people I have working under me all just wander around crazy."

He arched an eyebrow. "You mean learn to heal faster?"

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