[ When it happened the first time, Jim drifted uncertainly between believing he was hallucinating the entire City was a nightmare and shutting down completely, and it was only the return of his First Officer that grounded him in the reality of the situation because, dream or not, Spock was a constant source of logic and strength. He was the anchor Jim needed, after dying, and he doesn't care now that they have all been in the damnable City for months and months on end (You're a bad captain, can't even get your people safely home) or that he knows, horribly, what it means when someone vanishes.
And Jim tells the photograph of Spock in the Hall of the Missing to Go fuck yourself because, no. No, he doesn't want to have to do this without him. He isn't going to stop searching for Spock because some unseen fuck up of an unnatural anomaly tells him that Spock is lost.
Jim refuses to let Spock go without a fight. This time, he intends to search the entire fucking wilderness if he has to scale the mountains themselves.
With his crew divvying up the City proper into sectors to rake under explicit orders, Jim is shaken enough by what Pitch Black tells him (I cannot sense your officer) to head down into the underground where trams and trains have long been abandoned to rust through the disused veins of the subway. He shoves a torch in a satchel and straps Spock's tricorder to his waist along with both of their phasers, one kept in-hand, and roots through Spock's drawers for the silver Science Division badge carefully placed atop a blue shirt. Jim pins it inside his coat and heads out after leaving a note on the kitchen counter for Leonard: Gone to search the subway. He doesn't offer an ETA homeward-bound.
So, after several hours already spent scouring the bustling streets and buildings above, Jim can now only hear his footsteps echoing dully back at him from the rounded ceiling and walls of the entombed station. The light from his torch swings back and forth, communicator hitched on his belt and one of the phaser-guns in a fist. Given the City's penchant for zombies and boneys over October, he isn't entirely convinced that sort of sick shit evaporated on a curse's whim. ]
Spock! [ It doesn't sound like his voice as it careens down the empty halls. He takes care not to get too near to the edge of the tracks and tells himself to swing his light down there, just in case. Fuck you, Spock, if you're dead injured I'm going to kick your ass. ] Spock! Spock, call if you can hear me, it's Jim. Bang something! Throw a stone, anything.
26th, Underground Search » closed to Pitch Black
And Jim tells the photograph of Spock in the Hall of the Missing to Go fuck yourself because, no. No, he doesn't want to have to do this without him. He isn't going to stop searching for Spock because some unseen fuck up of an unnatural anomaly tells him that Spock is lost.
Jim refuses to let Spock go without a fight. This time, he intends to search the entire fucking wilderness if he has to scale the mountains themselves.
With his crew divvying up the City proper into sectors to rake under explicit orders, Jim is shaken enough by what Pitch Black tells him (I cannot sense your officer) to head down into the underground where trams and trains have long been abandoned to rust through the disused veins of the subway. He shoves a torch in a satchel and straps Spock's tricorder to his waist along with both of their phasers, one kept in-hand, and roots through Spock's drawers for the silver Science Division badge carefully placed atop a blue shirt. Jim pins it inside his coat and heads out after leaving a note on the kitchen counter for Leonard: Gone to search the subway. He doesn't offer an ETA homeward-bound.
So, after several hours already spent scouring the bustling streets and buildings above, Jim can now only hear his footsteps echoing dully back at him from the rounded ceiling and walls of the entombed station. The light from his torch swings back and forth, communicator hitched on his belt and one of the phaser-guns in a fist. Given the City's penchant for zombies and boneys over October, he isn't entirely convinced that sort of sick shit evaporated on a curse's whim. ]
Spock! [ It doesn't sound like his voice as it careens down the empty halls. He takes care not to get too near to the edge of the tracks and tells himself to swing his light down there, just in case. Fuck you, Spock, if you're
deadinjured I'm going to kick your ass. ] Spock! Spock, call if you can hear me, it's Jim. Bang something! Throw a stone, anything.Spock ... !