A/N: Kay, this is my first attempt to post a story I've written in YEARS. And this is also my first ever attempt to write a fic based on a movie, as I used to reside only in music. Having to follow an already established characterization is a little difficult for me so don't hate on mine too much.
Uh, disclaimer, I own nothing.
Also, I keep telling myself that this story is going to be loooong. I already have 10 pages so let's see where this goes (:
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I came into consciousness and felt my head start screaming with pain. I opened my eyes a crack and a blade of grass pushed itself onto my left cornea. I groaned and snapped them back shut, not really wanting to face reality just yet. In this slumber I actually dreamed, I saw myself walking through a desert by myself. It was a pretty bland dream until out of nowhere a ram ran up and started knocking me in the side. It didn't hurt until after a couple minutes and I finally tried to swat it away. It stopped and I felt something cold on my arm, after a couple of seconds I was jolted back to consciousness as I realized it was a person's fingers.
I turned my head slowly and let my eyes clear up to fixate on the person standing above me. I felt something in the pit of my stomach that told me I was about to get a severe bitching from one of my commanders but then a softer voice told me otherwise. "Jasey, Jasey, you've gotta get up." I smiled a little as I felt my roommate's hand slide down to mine and she pulled me up. She grabbed my shoulders as all the liquids from last night continued to take their toll on my sense of balance. I blinked a few times in rapid succession to try to return my eyesight to its normal capacity as I turned towards the house. It was in shambles and there was no one to be seen; conscious at least. I did see a pair of legs propped up onto the couch from the floor through the window, and if I was correct, I knew whose legs they were.
Carly pat my shoulder once just to make sure I'd recovered my legs, and after seeing I had for the most part, ran up the stairs to check out the damage in the house. I followed her a couple minutes later, though I didn't really care to actually see what damage I'd inadvertently caused. I looked around and it seemed that someone had cleaned up all the cups and other paraphernalia that should have been strewn around the rooms. Instead the only damage was just the normal holes in the walls and broken tables and chairs. I was impressed. I walked back to the front room to find just who I expected, Jim, lying on the floor with an open bottle of Jack pouring a slow trickle into his mouth.
"Kirk." I sat down on the couch and smacked his leg, he jumped and the bottle fell to his side, spilling some onto the carpet that had already been stained beyond recognition. "What happened?"
He sat up and leaned against a chair that at one point in time belonged to a 1900's doctor. In fact, this whole house had, it had been vacant since his death many years ago. The academy bought it a few years back to use as a student center on the edge of campus and then stopped paying attention to it. "It's Captain." He grinned smugly and took another swig out of the bottle. It took me about a minute to realize that he wasn't going to answer my question, and I didn't really feel like pushing it so I left everything up to the imagination, which was sometimes a good tool.
A couple minutes later and Carly came into the room to report that we were now alone in the house, and only a few moments after that I saw two black Starfleet uniforms round the corner and head straight for the front door. "You two," I stood up quickly and rushed to the window to block any person from seeing inside, "get out." Carly grabbed Jim's hand and pulled him shakily to his feet. I glanced back and saw him opening his mouth to ask a question, "just go, I'll take the fall for this. No need for you to lose your job over a stupid party." He, again, tried to speak but Carly pulled him back towards the kitchen and I heard the door close a moment later.