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Stardate: March 26th, 2252
Jim Kirk was trying to sleep off a hangover when his sister decided to call. Then loud, annoying ringing of his P.A.D.D. started to penetrate his sleep. With a groan, Jim rolled over in bed and covered his head with a pillow. It didn't help to block out the noise.
"Stupid alarm," Jim grumbled, tossing the pillow at the device. It knocked down on the floor, where it proceeded to shake on the floor, causing even more noise. Swearing, Jim forced himself up so he could answer the blasted thing. Not caring who was calling, he pressed the button and blinked wearily at the bright screen's light.
Right now, he couldn't see squat because he'd just been woken up without being prepared for light. His eyes were tearing up and his head was hurting like heck. But he could hear just fine - and when he answered the phone, he heard his sister's stern voice chastising him.
"James Tiberius Kirk! We waited for hours - and you didn't show up!" Wiping the tears from his eyes, Jim blinked rapidly and squinted at the screen. His sister's visage glared back at him. He noticed her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and her eyes were glowing with what he assumed was anger. Her rectangular face was even a little red. "I mean, I understand if you couldn't make it, I do, really. But, at least let me know if you're not going to show up."
"Jules, I have no idea what you're talking about," Jim said as he stifled a yawn. With one hand holding the P.A.D.D., he reached around to scratch an itch. As he did, her face contorted into one of disgust and confusion.
"I sent you an invite with the place and time," she stated. She tried to look into Jim's eyes, but they were too blurry to see into. "And you said you'd be there."
"Hate to break it to ya sis," Jim said, stretching. "But that wasn't me who responded. It was my P.A.D.D." He yawned, and looked towards his window. The curtains were firmly closed. Sighing, he left his sister's image to stare at the ceiling while he pulled back the curtains to let in natural light. It made him blink some, but his eyes needed less time to adjust than they did for when he looked at the blue-light screen.
"What do you mean, your P.A.D.D. did it?" She asked, glaring at the ceiling. Back in her own room, she set the screen on her desk so she could stare into it from her desk seat. She was annoyed that her twin wasn't paying as much attention to his device as she was.
"What I mean," Jim said, stressing the last word, "Is that I set it to automated response."
"Why in the Federation, would you do that?" She asked, rubbing her head with her hands. Her brother could be such an idiot sometimes. He came to look at the P.A.D.D., staring down at his sister.
"Because," he gave her a grin, "I was busy this week. Wooing girls, breaking hearts, getting la-"
"I get the point," She said, sighing heavily. "You didn't want to be disturbed during one of your dates." she rubbed her head again, looking at her brother and searching his eyes. They weren't as blurry now and she could see into them. "But you really should check your mail more often, because I sent you an invite to eat out and meet my fiance."
Jim, who had picked up his device to look at his sister without having the blood rush to his head, nearly dropped the P.A.D.D.. His eyes widened as he stared back at his sister.
"Fiance?!" He sputtered, sitting down on his bed. "I thought you were just dating!"
"We passed 'just dating' a year ago, Jim." she said, giving him a look. He raised an eyebrow and began to speak again, but she interrupted him. "And, no, we didn't have sex yet. Unlike you, I plan on waiting till after I get married to have sex with the man I love."
"You saying I like men?"
"What? No - you know what I mean."
"Do I?" He laid the device against his pillow and began to pace the room. "Do I really? Because I just found out that 'just dating' is engaged."
"It's not that big a deal -"
"Well, it is for me," he squatted down to look his sister in the eyes. "You're engaged. You're going to get married. And I haven't met the guy you intend to spend the rest of your life with."
"You'll get your chance," Julia responded, giving her brother a slight smile. "We're coming back next weekend, we're thinking at 7 pm or so. Have any ideas of where to go?'
"The Rusty Nail," He said, smiling at his sister. She rolled her eyes and nodded her head in agreement. "And I buy the drinks - if I like the guy."
"Don't be silly, we'll buy the drinks," Julia said, leaning back in her chair, arms crossed. "After all, we're inviting you. And you'll be our guest."
"Not so, dear sister," He responded, leaning in as close as he dared. "Because I know the bar better, and I want to see how much your fiance will drink given he'll be getting free drinks."
"Jim -" He cut off her response with a quick wave before pressing the button to end the conversation. With that done, he went to freshen up in the shower. He had one free week until he would meet his sister's fiance. One week to prepare himself for the worst case scenario, and the best case scenario.
And, despite himself, he hoped that things leaned towards the worst case scenario so he would have an excuse to kick the snot out of the guy who stole his sister's heart.
Thanks for reading! Sorry if the chapter's so short - but I didn't want to drag the chapter out too much. Sometimes less is more. But have no fear, I will have more Jim/Julia interactions as the story goes on.