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➹ 54 | Voice

So now that the fun's passed...should we put the money we don't have on another flood in a week?

Don't worry. I'm knocking on wood and everything. [He doesn't sound particularly bitter, really. More along the lines of tired.]

[Private to Shego]

[He so doesn't know if they're talking about this, but.] So...guess it's too much to hope that you took a good look at specs for anything cool, huh?

[Private to the Seventh Doctor]

Think the Admiral's trying to tell us something?

[Private to Sylar]

Ready to talk?

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Well - yeah. I mean, Lucius has been practically running the company since...probably before I was born. And it's not like anything seems actually happen there while I'm here.

That's good. Who's Lucius?

Lucius Fox. He's - technically, he's Wayne Enterprise's business manager, but he's practically been CEO for years. He all but ran the company when Bruce - when my, uh, dad was in charge.

It sounds like you really do have someone solid to rely on then. Which is good. You should have that.

It sounds like this is going somewhere.

[Pause pause]

Can we talk in person?

...Yeah. My door's open.

[Kirk was pretty sure that he'd only picked Tim to talk to because he was there and he didn't want to worry Leia or dump his problems on Shego. So he got up and went down to Tim's door, knocking lightly.]

[There wasn't much of a wait before Tim pulled the door open, leaning on the handle lightly.] Everything okay? [He stepped out of the way so Jim would walk in.]

"Maybe?" [Kirk moved his fingers through his hair and sighed. And didn't make eye contact with Tim.] "Yeah I mean. It will be. Just right now is kinda fuzzy."

[He cocked his head to the side, curious and a little confused.] Okay, so. That's good. What's up?

[Kirk was silent for a beat before he sighed and just said what he was thinking.]

"I don't know if I consider Enterprise home anymore. And I hate the idea of going back there right now."

[Tim tugged out his char and pushed it toward Kirk, before leaning against the edge of his bed.] Because they left?

"No. Yes. I--" [Kirk stopped himself and sighed.] "Because I don't know if I trust my crew anymore. And I can't ask them to follow me if I don't."

[Oh boy. Trust. Tim has a feeling confessing how fucking paranoid he actually is won't be very helpful right now.]

Sometimes it's not up to us when we leave. It just - happens. I mean, holding something against them that may not be their fault shouldn't be the basis of you trusting them or not. Or is it - is it because they were here in the first place?

"It's not that. It's--" [That Uhura chose to leave, knowing that she'd more than likely forget. That Spock told him he wasn't his captain. That Bones had gone back on promises and now didn't remember a damn thing about it.]

"When I went back a couple months ago, I hated it. It was... weird. I'm not the person they're used to anymore."

[Wait, that. That freaks him out a little, and Tim straightens, frowning.] You remembered everything while you were gone? You remembered the Barge? [A beat] And they didn't?

"When I went back with Leia? Yeah. It was just a couple of weeks or whatever. But I don't want to go back to that and I don't want to forget everything all over again either."

So what do you want to do?

[Jim shrugged.] "I don't know."

You don't trust them. You don't feel like Enterprise is your home anymore. So what does that leave you, staying here forever?

"With the rate that Shego's going..." [No, that wasn't fair. Even if he could easily use her as an excuse.] "I don't know. Maybe I'll become a space pirate. Or teach."

[He'll let that slide, because it's not like he has any idea how to get her off this boat. Tim just arches both eyebrows.] Teach what? Where?

"Don't sound so surprised." [Jim gave him a sardonic look.] "I'd probably hate it anyway. Space piracy is way better. I'll bring Sulu. He hasn't done anything wrong."

[That gets a snort.] Yeah, Kirk the space pirate. I don't think that's how things are supposed to go.

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