"What the hell did you...?!" [For
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Jun. 10th, 2010 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
There had been a few rumors that Jim had heard and he wanted to think they were just that, rumors. So he headed down to the rec room where his boy said he'd be and stood in the doorway, eyes scanning the room until he came across him. What the hell was this? It had better not be what he thought it was. If it was there was going to be a shit ton of problems. Ones that neither man would want to deal with.
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Date: 2010-06-11 01:46 pm (UTC)"It's not broken," he said softly. "But you should still probably have Doctor McCoy look at it..."
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Date: 2010-06-11 11:48 pm (UTC)"Maybe."
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Date: 2010-06-11 11:55 pm (UTC)"Thank you," he said quietly, "for saying that you love me and for... saying you'd give me my freedom..."
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Date: 2010-06-12 12:29 am (UTC)"Got a call from your boy that you were headed this way. What the fuck did he do now that's got you so pissed?"
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Date: 2010-06-12 12:37 am (UTC)He's goading Jim. He knows it. But he wants his friend to see that letting Chris go will be the worst mistake he's ever made...
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Date: 2010-06-12 12:46 am (UTC)--
In their quarters, Chris had set to work cleaning up after the fight, making sure there was no blood on the floor or the wall that Jim had torn apart. That done, he went through the food generator and set it for dinner (fried chicken, potatoes and green beans with biscuits) before moving into the bedroom to start pulling his clothes from the closet and stuffing them into the duffel bag he'd had with him when James had found him nine months ago.
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Date: 2010-06-12 12:53 am (UTC)"I'm telling you that if you let Chris go, you will lose the best damned thing that has ever happened to you with the exception of becoming Captain of the Enterprise. Get your head outta your ass already and take a real long look at what the rest of us already see. That boy is in love with you and only wants you to see it. He wants you to go to him first. He doesn't want to be your last resort or your last thought, you idiot. He wants to be first in your life and if you don't make that happen, then you will lose him. For good."
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Once he's finished packing, he sets the bag by the entry way and fingers the collar on his neck. It was the newest one Jim had given him and was, by far, his favorite. But he hadn't come to Jim with it on... it wasn't right for him to take it with him when he left... He unbuckled it and set it on Jim's dresser in the bedroom where Chris' wrist cuffs sat as well. He blinked back tears and shook his head. Well, he'd asked for his freedom, hadn't he? Why hadn't Jim fought to keep him? It was obvious, he realized... he wasn't worth the effort.
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Date: 2010-06-12 01:24 am (UTC)"I'm sorry... I'm so fucking sorry... please don't send me away... I don't want to be alone again..."
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