Then he needs to find out who's loyal to them, which won't be easy. He should go, but doesn't. Instead he reaches up and rubs his forehead--and then realizes he can move his fingers.
He looks at his hands in surprise, and then at Khan.
"The torpedo marked serial number XC137783853131 contains a man who served as my first officer. You need to awaken him, convince him I'm dead, get him and the others a ship. They can remain frozen, if it's convenient, he'll be able to carry on."
Kirk stares at him for a long moment, thinking about that. Really thinking about it, and what Khan is capable of. What he and his kind were doing before they were frozen.
He's not unleashing that on the universe. He turns away, and goes back out across the glass.
When Kirk finally sleeps, he dreams about Khan's fingers, the blood smeared on them, the taste of them in his mouth.
He spends his waking hours throwing all his attention into the ship, but he has Spock search for assistants who worked for the three Admirals. It's about two days before he gets back down to the brig.
The problem is, he no longer believes it's safe to hand Khan off. And like hell he's going to give Khan away to be murdered--if anyone is going to kill him, it's going to be Kirk. And Kirk, in Pike's honor, has already decided that isn't going to happen.
It's put him in a sticky position, and he stands outside the glass and just watches Khan.
He asks, voice so slow and tranquil he sounds nearly drugged. He's sitting on the ground, cross legged, hands on his knees in a position of meditation.
"I don't make a habit of sharing information with prisoners."
He'd meant to come down here to talk, but now that he's here, and aware of how outmatched he is...well, now he just wants to beat his fists on Khan's unyielding body again.
He folds his hands away carefully, again, squaring his stance a little better so he doesn't end up on the floor again. That knee to the chin wasn't fun, even for him.
He works on centering his breathing, vacating his body.
Without rage, Kirk doesn't hit as hard, but his stamina is incredible when he's focused on controlling himself. This is the most bizarre way of letting off steam he's found, and he's tried a few.
It's like last time. The way he'd buckled and slid down the wall, this time he's suddenly gone from standing, unflinching, to sitting at his feet, with one last blow to the face. Words, he finds, are just as far away, and his vision is white.
Kirk will go on like he had last time: until he physically can't. Now that he knows Khan can heal so quickly he's even less concerned about how he hits, but thankfully he isn't angry and so doesn't resort to heavy blows like kneeing or elbowing.
Instead he grabs Khan by the throat, just holding him steady while he punches him a few last, frantic times in the face.
The corner of his fist catches him badly in the eye, and suddenly there are tears on his face, swelling where there wasn't before. He rattles in his grip like a ragdoll, shaken by the throat.
Kirk retorts, every inch of him stubborn and determined. You can't call him
professional but he is, right now, a Starfleet Captain and not just the
captain of the Enterprise, which he tends to treat as if it's its own world.
Kirk has had much, much worse before but he doesn't really want to go to
the med bay for this. He has to be forced into going when he's half-dead.
He moves carefully over to Khan and sits in front of him.
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Date: 2013-05-27 07:35 am (UTC)He looks at his hands in surprise, and then at Khan.
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Date: 2013-05-27 07:37 am (UTC)He murmurs, standing upright and unruffled, now, like it never happened at all.
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Date: 2013-05-27 07:38 am (UTC)'Healing blood' was not the first--or hundredth--assumption Kirk had made about Khan. But yes. Yes, he can see the dangers in this.
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Date: 2013-05-27 07:41 am (UTC)He admits, shrugging.
"The torpedo marked serial number XC137783853131 contains a man who served as my first officer. You need to awaken him, convince him I'm dead, get him and the others a ship. They can remain frozen, if it's convenient, he'll be able to carry on."
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Date: 2013-05-27 07:44 am (UTC)He's not unleashing that on the universe. He turns away, and goes back out across the glass.
"Get some rest. You'll need it."
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Date: 2013-05-27 07:49 am (UTC)He tells his back, crossing stiffly to go back to the cot, where he was lying when Kirk came in for the fight.
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Date: 2013-05-27 07:52 am (UTC)He spends his waking hours throwing all his attention into the ship, but he has Spock search for assistants who worked for the three Admirals. It's about two days before he gets back down to the brig.
The problem is, he no longer believes it's safe to hand Khan off. And like hell he's going to give Khan away to be murdered--if anyone is going to kill him, it's going to be Kirk. And Kirk, in Pike's honor, has already decided that isn't going to happen.
It's put him in a sticky position, and he stands outside the glass and just watches Khan.
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Date: 2013-05-27 07:55 am (UTC)He asks, voice so slow and tranquil he sounds nearly drugged. He's sitting on the ground, cross legged, hands on his knees in a position of meditation.
"Or do you have news for me?"
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Date: 2013-05-27 07:58 am (UTC)"I don't make a habit of sharing information with prisoners."
He'd meant to come down here to talk, but now that he's here, and aware of how outmatched he is...well, now he just wants to beat his fists on Khan's unyielding body again.
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Date: 2013-05-27 08:03 am (UTC)Standing upright, gesturing for him to enter, a little more tired looking than before.
"You would tell me if their status had changed? If harm had come to them?"
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Date: 2013-05-27 08:12 am (UTC)"Yeah. I would." From one Captain to another. "But if anything happened to them, you'd know, because the ship would be in flames."
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Date: 2013-05-27 08:14 am (UTC)"Is it better or worse if I cry out?"
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Date: 2013-05-27 08:16 am (UTC)He's surprised at himself for how easily the answer comes--there's nothing even snide in it, just brusque honesty.
When he hits him this time, he's not even angry.
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Date: 2013-05-27 08:21 am (UTC)He works on centering his breathing, vacating his body.
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Date: 2013-05-27 08:38 am (UTC)Instead he grabs Khan by the throat, just holding him steady while he punches him a few last, frantic times in the face.
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Date: 2013-05-28 12:21 am (UTC)As before, when Kirk is shaking and out of breath he lowers himself onto the bed and shakes out his bruised hands.
"Damn. You've got a really hard head, what did they feed you back then?"
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Date: 2013-05-28 12:23 am (UTC)He whispers, sliding back to put himself against the wall, knees to his chest, lowering his head onto them.
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Date: 2013-05-28 12:25 am (UTC)The adrenaline begins to recede, replaced by a pleasant sense of release...until he sees Khan. Then, there's guilt.
"Sorry. Won't happen again."
He mutters, because this is so far out of acceptable officer behavior he imagines Pike spinning in his grave.
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Date: 2013-05-28 12:27 am (UTC)He says, rubbing gingerly at his eye. It's already back to normal, the only sign of what happened is the hair in his face.
"It doesn't matter. I've been hurt far worse, for much more trivial reasons."
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Date: 2013-05-28 12:31 am (UTC)"It's not optimism. It's a decision."
Kirk retorts, every inch of him stubborn and determined. You can't call him professional but he is, right now, a Starfleet Captain and not just the captain of the Enterprise, which he tends to treat as if it's its own world.
"Do you need a medic?"
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Date: 2013-05-28 12:32 am (UTC)Nodding at Kirk's hands, as he lifts his thumb to his mouth. He bites the edge of it quickly, right down to bleeding.
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Date: 2013-05-28 12:36 am (UTC)Kirk has had much, much worse before but he doesn't really want to go to the med bay for this. He has to be forced into going when he's half-dead. He moves carefully over to Khan and sits in front of him.
"That's generous of you."
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