Who: Daisy + open to others What: Avoiding emotions, having a Sad Birthday, and training When: Mid-June to mid-July Where: Around Milton (forest, houses, General Store)
[ It helps, somehow, to hear someone else say things like that. She has no doubt that they all feel the same way, but she never seems to hear people say it, when all she wants to do is scream into the frozen air and rage at the horrors they've been made to endure.
Her throat burns with the cold as she pulls in steady breaths, but her words waver with emotion when she replies, her heart aching with every syllable. ]
I lost two to the fucking Aurora. [ It's the only possibility that makes sense, and god fucking damnit, it hurts. ] Did you know Jim or Logan?
( McCoy slows to look aside at her, the emotion in her voice finding its equal in the pain behind his ribs. It isn't all for himself, but an ache for her too, the losses she's had to face here. )
Jim... you two were stayin' together, that's right. Christ, Daisy, I'm so sorry.
[ So Jim is the friend he mentioned, then. That makes sense. Jim Kirk had a way with people, of course, he would have made connections here. Her steps don't falter but she feels like she should be tumbling to the ground from all the weight pressing in on her. ]
I'm sorry for you, too.
[ Pain is something she knows all too well. She's used to losing people. So many lives lost to one cause or another, and it never gets easier. If anything, it just keeps getting harder, that ache burrowing deeper into her soul until she feels completely hollowed out.
After a quick glance over at him, she continues, needing to fill the emptiness with the only thing she has left: memories. ] He was the first person I met here, not long after I woke up. The first person I trusted. We talked about life in space, compared stories about our crews and ships. I tried to help him adjust to things here.
( That sounds just like Jim– the man he befriended here, and the Jim he's known at home for nearly a decade. Easy to know, to trust, close confidant and rock solid support. )
He spent his life out there in the stars. Never really knew Earth. I'm sure it meant the world to him, havin' you for a friend, showing him the ropes.
( He means it too, not as an empty platitude. There are kind folks in Milton, sure, but who's to say if anyone else would have seen he needed the kind of help she gave him.
Bones takes a slow breath, and releases it just as slowly, hesitant before he admits: )
Jim Kirk is my Captain back home. Not the same– a different Kirk, and a whole different universe, if you can believe it.
[ They'd helped each other, each of them out of their element and just struggling to survive. And she likes to think he'd appreciated her lack of judgment as much as she had his — their friendship had been a safe space to voice questions and confusion whenever needed.
She wishes they'd had more time together, that she'd checked in with him in those last weeks. She'd wanted to give him space to be with the woman he'd lost and had come back into his life, but...
Daisy's quiet for a moment, just a moment, and then she nods, though the motion is mostly lost in the movement of her body as they run. ]
I believe it. I didn't have much experience with the multiverse before this place, but my team did help make a branch timeline, so not too far off.
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Her throat burns with the cold as she pulls in steady breaths, but her words waver with emotion when she replies, her heart aching with every syllable. ]
I lost two to the fucking Aurora. [ It's the only possibility that makes sense, and god fucking damnit, it hurts. ] Did you know Jim or Logan?
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Jim... you two were stayin' together, that's right. Christ, Daisy, I'm so sorry.
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I'm sorry for you, too.
[ Pain is something she knows all too well. She's used to losing people. So many lives lost to one cause or another, and it never gets easier. If anything, it just keeps getting harder, that ache burrowing deeper into her soul until she feels completely hollowed out.
After a quick glance over at him, she continues, needing to fill the emptiness with the only thing she has left: memories. ] He was the first person I met here, not long after I woke up. The first person I trusted. We talked about life in space, compared stories about our crews and ships. I tried to help him adjust to things here.
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He spent his life out there in the stars. Never really knew Earth. I'm sure it meant the world to him, havin' you for a friend, showing him the ropes.
( He means it too, not as an empty platitude. There are kind folks in Milton, sure, but who's to say if anyone else would have seen he needed the kind of help she gave him.
Bones takes a slow breath, and releases it just as slowly, hesitant before he admits: )
Jim Kirk is my Captain back home. Not the same– a different Kirk, and a whole different universe, if you can believe it.
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She wishes they'd had more time together, that she'd checked in with him in those last weeks. She'd wanted to give him space to be with the woman he'd lost and had come back into his life, but...
Daisy's quiet for a moment, just a moment, and then she nods, though the motion is mostly lost in the movement of her body as they run. ]
I believe it. I didn't have much experience with the multiverse before this place, but my team did help make a branch timeline, so not too far off.