dr. carol marcus (
lifegenerating) wrote2013-02-23 11:16 pm
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sunday morning, praise the dawning / closed to
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[The next year is miserable.
Carol still laughs and smiles the same amount, still cries over Dorothy's shenanigans as always, and still fumes over her daughter's antics and her work. There is, however, a certain lingering touch of melancholy in the back of her mind; it creeps up anytime the silence becomes too unbearable and overtakes her like a monster.
It was the same as the year before and the year before that. It's different though this time. Before, Carol didn't know what it felt like; she imagined, yes, dreamed, fantasied, hoped, as many scientists are prone to do, as they wait for their cultures to evolve or for test results. For five weeks, she knew what it was. A little more than a month, and Carol knew what it was like to be happy or, at least, content and at peace.
Then she had to blow it by kicking him out, but what can you expect from a crazy person like Carol Marcus? She pushed Jim Kirk away because if she didn't, she reasoned, he would leave in due time and that would hurt even more. Fear of the pain she doesn't want, yet do anything she could to bring it about. So, she broke up with him; the pain wouldn't hurt so much if she did it to herself, and perhaps she was wrong, perhaps she was right, we can never know. It's the result of her higher education; Carol could never really enjoy anything without coming up with a story or an explanation for it. Ultimately, it's what made her a good scientist, but a bad pagan. She could never take things as they were, and enjoy things with an easy conscience. In this case, it is the basic principle of depreciation that ended their relationship; the longer and further one was away, the lower the happiness with their significant other was.
It's the economy, stupid.
Really, it was going to happen eventually, Carol simply got it over with at an earlier time. And with less heartbreak and shattered furniture too. She didn't love Jim, it was merely a silly school's girl crush that was the result of watching him swagger about and shoot clever comebacks (not to mention proton torpedoes) at imposing figures. She didn't love him and she never did, she would remind herself.
If that's true, though, she wouldn't have put her entire life on pause when Jim catches something -- something -- from Psi 2000. Immediately after she gets the message from Spock, Carol drops Dorothy off at a friend's house, takes an undetermined amount of leave from work, and catches the first Starship heading towards Starbase 11. She then proceeds to work herself to the bone and help find the cure for Jim and several other of the Enterprise personnel. When she isn't working or under the close eye of Spock (who keeps insisting that she does these things called "sleep" and "eat"), she's in Jim's room, with a chair pulled right up to his bed. Mainly, Carol talks, though he can't hear as she tells him about Dorothy, and her current projects, random observations, and her nonsensical ramblings when she clearly needs sleep and omg get her to bed before she follows through with them!
Before she arrives at the hospital on Starbase 11, Dr. McCoy places Jim and the others in medically induced comas. "It would slow the disease's rampage on them and allow us time to discover a cure", he tells her during her briefing. The eight of them are in their comas for almost a week until Carol and McCoy finally find a cure (it was a team effort, although it was Carol's stem cells that was the key to kicking the virus in their equivalent of genitals). Even if the tests prove that it does overwhelmingly work, Carol can't help but still feel worried and scared that it won't. As if that's a new feeling, though. After the cure is administered and the eight receive their "wake-up calls", Carol plants herself in the chair next to Jim's bed and waits for him to wake up, hopefully alive and healthy.
Her arms used as a pillow, she's resting her head on the edge of his bed, and herfrankly haggard face is turned away from him. The faint beeps of the EKG machine lulls her to sleep, and it's probably the most restful sleep she's gotten in days.]
Carol still laughs and smiles the same amount, still cries over Dorothy's shenanigans as always, and still fumes over her daughter's antics and her work. There is, however, a certain lingering touch of melancholy in the back of her mind; it creeps up anytime the silence becomes too unbearable and overtakes her like a monster.
It was the same as the year before and the year before that. It's different though this time. Before, Carol didn't know what it felt like; she imagined, yes, dreamed, fantasied, hoped, as many scientists are prone to do, as they wait for their cultures to evolve or for test results. For five weeks, she knew what it was. A little more than a month, and Carol knew what it was like to be happy or, at least, content and at peace.
Then she had to blow it by kicking him out, but what can you expect from a crazy person like Carol Marcus? She pushed Jim Kirk away because if she didn't, she reasoned, he would leave in due time and that would hurt even more. Fear of the pain she doesn't want, yet do anything she could to bring it about. So, she broke up with him; the pain wouldn't hurt so much if she did it to herself, and perhaps she was wrong, perhaps she was right, we can never know. It's the result of her higher education; Carol could never really enjoy anything without coming up with a story or an explanation for it. Ultimately, it's what made her a good scientist, but a bad pagan. She could never take things as they were, and enjoy things with an easy conscience. In this case, it is the basic principle of depreciation that ended their relationship; the longer and further one was away, the lower the happiness with their significant other was.
It's the economy, stupid.
Really, it was going to happen eventually, Carol simply got it over with at an earlier time. And with less heartbreak and shattered furniture too. She didn't love Jim, it was merely a silly school's girl crush that was the result of watching him swagger about and shoot clever comebacks (not to mention proton torpedoes) at imposing figures. She didn't love him and she never did, she would remind herself.
If that's true, though, she wouldn't have put her entire life on pause when Jim catches something -- something -- from Psi 2000. Immediately after she gets the message from Spock, Carol drops Dorothy off at a friend's house, takes an undetermined amount of leave from work, and catches the first Starship heading towards Starbase 11. She then proceeds to work herself to the bone and help find the cure for Jim and several other of the Enterprise personnel. When she isn't working or under the close eye of Spock (who keeps insisting that she does these things called "sleep" and "eat"), she's in Jim's room, with a chair pulled right up to his bed. Mainly, Carol talks, though he can't hear as she tells him about Dorothy, and her current projects, random observations, and her nonsensical ramblings when she clearly needs sleep and omg get her to bed before she follows through with them!
Before she arrives at the hospital on Starbase 11, Dr. McCoy places Jim and the others in medically induced comas. "It would slow the disease's rampage on them and allow us time to discover a cure", he tells her during her briefing. The eight of them are in their comas for almost a week until Carol and McCoy finally find a cure (it was a team effort, although it was Carol's stem cells that was the key to kicking the virus in their equivalent of genitals). Even if the tests prove that it does overwhelmingly work, Carol can't help but still feel worried and scared that it won't. As if that's a new feeling, though. After the cure is administered and the eight receive their "wake-up calls", Carol plants herself in the chair next to Jim's bed and waits for him to wake up, hopefully alive and healthy.
Her arms used as a pillow, she's resting her head on the edge of his bed, and her
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Say it then. [Y'know, those three little, yet powerful words. Call it petty or stupid, but she wants to hear them. Carol wants to experience the sudden bombardment of emotions, the justification of her hardships, and the aching of her insides from the words. Those three, little words won't solve all their problems, she knows, but it'll make them all worth it.]
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[He couldn't have stopped that from coming out if he'd wanted to, and he... didn't. So. That's that. Totally the first time he's said it to someone and meant it but whatever.]
I could get it tattooed somewhere, if it's not obvious enough for you.
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Gross, no. If you value sex, you wouldn't. [She's at his bed now and, carefully moving passed the wires and tubes, caresses his hand with both of hers. She sets off at memorizing every callus on his palm, the rough edges of his fingers, the soft padding of his knuckles.]
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So tattoos don't do anything for you? Good to know.
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She turns from him to the blinds hiding his room from the rest of the starbase. The last time she checked, it was still dark outside, but the sun will probably rise in a while. That doesn't really concern her right now, anyways. Carol's more concerned with leaning and pressing her lips at the corner of his mouth. Moving from "broken up" to "undecided" to "definitely something." And she's alright with that, and, if he isn't right now, the kiss straddles the "friendship" and "boyfriend/girlfriend" line quite comfortably, so it wouldn't be too terribly awkward.]
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Kirk turns his head after the kiss, and leans his to rest against hers, and it's nice and not just because he's still a little lightheaded and she's something solid to lean against.]
So what now?
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She lightly sighs and her free hand moves up to thread her fingers through his hair.]
Okay, you probably won't like the sound of it, but I need to call in Dr. McCoy then give you a full examination. [After that, Carol's going to sleep for a thousand years.]
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Let's just get it over with.
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I'd feel best if you were doing all of it.
[Jim Kirk, he almost died from a brand new disease and he's still thinking about sex.]
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She softly chuckles again, then gives him a peck on the lips.]
If you can get through the examination without acting like your daughter, I'll give you a more thorough examination later. Deal? [Another kiss.
Yupe, that's Jim Kirk. Love him or leave him.]
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If this is relationships, where one minute you're broken up and fighting and mean to each other, and the next you're... something else and flirting and kissing, then... okay. Maybe he's just tired enough to not really question it a lot right now. He was out for over a week but that wasn't really sleep and he almost died and all that.
He kisses her back for a long moment.]
Deal. Where is she, by the way?
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Yeah, same with Carol. Later, after she's gotten a few hours of sleep at least, she'll remember their conversation and she'll freak out and hyperventilate over it. Then she'll remember that Jim loves her and, hey, what should it matter? Everything will go perfectly fine if they try and Carol should just calm the fuck down.]
On Earth. At a friend's house. I wasn't sure of the exact nature of the virus so, rather than risk her health, I decided to keep Dorothy a half galaxy away from it. [Besides, Carol didn't want her to see her father like this; all sick, weak, and bruised. Carol could barely stand to see him like that.]
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He nods slightly. That's smart, and he can only imagine how traveling with a small child is anyway. But he does miss her, and kind of wishes that he could see her now.]
Do you know how we picked it up?
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Actually, Dorothy isn't so bad when traveling. Though, she doesn't scream or cry, she does get talkative and a little wild when they get passed Earth's atmosphere. In relative to her age group however, she's very quiet and painless.
Next time he almost dies from a deadly, deadly virus, Carol will bring Dorothy.]
Exposure to the long, thin, fibrous crystals of the rocks on the planet. Sort of like... asbestos on steroids. Not contagious, but very deadly.
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Has Spock contacted Starfleet and had the planet quarantined?
[It's hard to shut the captain instincts off sometimes.]
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Carol laughs and she gives his hand a light squeeze. Yeah, he's in his "I'm the Captain" mode, and she wouldn't dare undermine his authority, but right now, in the time and situation, it's adorable. He almost died and he's boomeranging right back to his captain mode; it's almost not surprising as sex still being on his mind.]
Of course he did. And just as well, too. There's life on the planet; a primitive bipedal species that should be left alone to evolve.
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I didn't know you were such a big fan of the Prime Directive. [He's
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Not necessarily. If a civilization is on the verge of collapse due to outside forces, then yes I think we should "interfere." But, no, if it's acts of nature, evolution, natural events that's occur on every planet, no we shouldn't interfere. I'm sure the others had the same policy when it came to us on Earth, two and a half million years ago.
wow i didn't finish that tag, whoops :c
I don't know if you listen to some conspiracies, they didn't leave us alone like three thousand years ago.
yeah, i was wondering about that.
She rolls her eyes, though he probably can't see it.] Yeah, but we're not them, are we? We're not going to fuck up some species' genes so they can mine gold for our atmosphere or whatever.
i'm drunk like plurk
What if I had them mine gold for you?
if you were as drunk as plurk is, you'd be dead. jim kirk or not jim kirk.
She fondly smiles and her chest flutters from warmth, as she turns to kiss his cheek.] You're the sweetest man I've ever known. Thank you, but I'm more of chocolate and cell slides kind of gal.
but gdi i try to keep up
He squeezes her hand again lightly.] You wanna get Bones, so I can sleep?
you keep doing it. it was a pleasure knowing you, btw.
She lightly chuckles again, and begins to pull away from him, with all reluctancy.] I'm going to get Dr. McCoy, so we can all sleep.