In From the Cold (for smartass_captain)

[conjuredskies]

 He might remember small things, after. Little flashes of near-consciousness.

The fall forward onto the table, all his joints locking at once. Shouting. Ice pressing around him. Voices over him. Slung over a rock and the cold of it radiates through him down to the bone. Furs wrapping him tight. There’s a long, long march where he sways on someone’s shoulder, the wind battering his face. More voices.

Then darkness. So much darkness pressing around him…

When he wakes it might take a few minutes to comprehend what’s going on. He’s warm. He’s comfortable. The noise of the café has vanished. The wind outside has gone silent. There’s just the minute hum of electricity and life-support systems around him… and a rumble from the ginger fuzzball purring atop his chest.

The faint reverberation of engines sinks in.

He’s in his quarters. He’s on the Enterprise.

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[smartass_captain]

It's love and it's arrogance. Jim Kirk has plenty of both to go around. How exactly would he handle Felix if he were really to use his vast knowledge of the arcane against Jim? A fully charged phaser hadn't stopped Felix for long back then. There are other ways, obviously, but very few Jim would actually take until things were too late.

He's so much more fragile a man than he pretends to be. Soft.

Aware of everything he's lacking and insisting things will be fine all the same. Because he does have faith in Felix Caelus. Even now. Especially now. Even when he doesn't like what the other's done for him.

"I'm not most people." Jim's really not sure if that's a good or a bad thing some days. "I can't promise we won't fight. I'm. I'm still me no matter how much I try to be more...responsible. Mature. I'm still going to put my foot in my mouth when I'm pissed off and I'm still going to fight. But I won't leave you."

He's been left behind too many times. Enough to swear a rule by. One he's praying to every god in Felix's world is broken now. His throat is tight with emotion when he breathes his words against Felix's lips.

"And I won't let you leave me without a fight."

[conjuredskies]

"Good." Felix's mouth is warm against his, the conjurer's hand sneaking up to cup the back of Jim's neck as he leans into the kiss. It's all he can ask from the man he loves. That Jim won't abandon him, no matter what.

As for whether Felix can live up to the honesty Jim's asking for? Whether he can face Jim's reactions to the things he does share? That will remain to be seen.