Kinda in my job description, kid. [ It's not meant flippantly or as a dismissal, but rather earnest concern. A far cry from his disposition ten minutes ago. Jim's eyeing that tear in her suit, the blood that wells to the surface and stains the fabric - trying to determine how critical it is. He doesn't wait for acceptance, hands moving to his shirt (or what remained of it). Jim tears off a strip of fabric from one of the hanging bits on the bottom, offering it to Gwen. If she'll let him wrap it for her, great, but if not - he'll press the fabric gently towards her until she takes it for a makeshift bandage. ]
How did you do that? [ He knows what it felt like from his end, but the question of how this all worked was still something of a mystery. Jim nods, exhaling before he gathers his strength and gets a hand underneath himself, pushing into more of a sitting-up position from where he'd sprawled. ] Yeah, I'll live. Might need a hand to stand but I'm - mostly just tired.
[ He's not; his muscles are seizing and he's littered with minor injuries, bleeding sluggishly. But he can stand, and more to the point, he needs to stand. Spock and Peter are still out there and Spock -
Spock and Peter are -
It's as though once he's thought of it, the bond surges forward, called to mind instantly. Jim's lost in the mire of it for a second, eyes unfocused; it's so much information, and more than he's used to with the simple press of a hand. But he remembers this, from before, during the infection - remembers Spock burrowing deeper, remembers communicating on an instinctual level. He'll get the hang of it - but they don't have a moment. ]
Fuck. Fuck. [ The panic sends a shot of adrenaline right through Jim's system, blessedly washing away some of the exhaustion - and getting him up on his feet, at least. He can still feel Spock through the bond, and it doesn't feel like he's subdued. He feels - angry. An angry Vulcan was not a good thing - Peter might be able to hold his own for a while, but would he be able to take Spock down on his own? ] Where are they? Gwen - are they here?
[ They're not. He knows they're not, but the worry rises up in him like a physical sensation in his throat. ] We have to find them. Spock is -
[ Vicious satisfaction, a flash of imagery as Peter's suit comes undone around him. Spock lunges forward and Jim staggers, trying to cope with the onslaught. ] Fuck, his suit - !
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How did you do that? [ He knows what it felt like from his end, but the question of how this all worked was still something of a mystery. Jim nods, exhaling before he gathers his strength and gets a hand underneath himself, pushing into more of a sitting-up position from where he'd sprawled. ] Yeah, I'll live. Might need a hand to stand but I'm - mostly just tired.
[ He's not; his muscles are seizing and he's littered with minor injuries, bleeding sluggishly. But he can stand, and more to the point, he needs to stand. Spock and Peter are still out there and Spock -
Spock and Peter are -
It's as though once he's thought of it, the bond surges forward, called to mind instantly. Jim's lost in the mire of it for a second, eyes unfocused; it's so much information, and more than he's used to with the simple press of a hand. But he remembers this, from before, during the infection - remembers Spock burrowing deeper, remembers communicating on an instinctual level. He'll get the hang of it - but they don't have a moment. ]
Fuck. Fuck. [ The panic sends a shot of adrenaline right through Jim's system, blessedly washing away some of the exhaustion - and getting him up on his feet, at least. He can still feel Spock through the bond, and it doesn't feel like he's subdued. He feels - angry. An angry Vulcan was not a good thing - Peter might be able to hold his own for a while, but would he be able to take Spock down on his own? ] Where are they? Gwen - are they here?
[ They're not. He knows they're not, but the worry rises up in him like a physical sensation in his throat. ] We have to find them. Spock is -
[ Vicious satisfaction, a flash of imagery as Peter's suit comes undone around him. Spock lunges forward and Jim staggers, trying to cope with the onslaught. ] Fuck, his suit - !