Fic: Untitled Jim Kirk Character Study
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yours_trulyTitle: Untitled Jim Kirk Character Study
Fandom: Star Trek [AOS]
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences/none (one bad word)
Summary: Jim finds a home in Starfleet.
Notes: Originally posted on Tumblr in December of 2015 and written as a small gift for![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
itwas-invented-in-russia during a Star Trek fandom Secret Santa exchange. Word count: 155
Jim knows what it means to be cold. Officially, there is no poverty, there is no homelessness anywhere the United Earth banner flies, but reality often looks different than the ideal. There had been nights when he’d worn out his welcome on his friends’ couches and been too drunk to find a way to one of the limited number of assistance shelters that were maintained in rural-as-fuck Iowa. So Jim knows what it means to sleep under the unforgiving stars, shivering and nauseated and alone.
It isn’t like that anymore, though. Bones says space is cold and dark and diseased, but when Jim looks out the viewport in his quarters, all he feels is a sense of home. All he sees is adventure and possibility. James T. Kirk knows what it means to be cold, but surrounded by a ship he adores and a crew he loves like family, he could almost manage to forget.
Fandom: Star Trek [AOS]
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences/none (one bad word)
Summary: Jim finds a home in Starfleet.
Notes: Originally posted on Tumblr in December of 2015 and written as a small gift for
Jim knows what it means to be cold. Officially, there is no poverty, there is no homelessness anywhere the United Earth banner flies, but reality often looks different than the ideal. There had been nights when he’d worn out his welcome on his friends’ couches and been too drunk to find a way to one of the limited number of assistance shelters that were maintained in rural-as-fuck Iowa. So Jim knows what it means to sleep under the unforgiving stars, shivering and nauseated and alone.
It isn’t like that anymore, though. Bones says space is cold and dark and diseased, but when Jim looks out the viewport in his quarters, all he feels is a sense of home. All he sees is adventure and possibility. James T. Kirk knows what it means to be cold, but surrounded by a ship he adores and a crew he loves like family, he could almost manage to forget.
