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.lunch with the captain and the vampire slayer.

Who:

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What: Lunchtime Antics
When: June 2nd, Tuesday.
Where: The Fountain then to 7th Heaven
Summary: Kirk and Buffy are going to spend some bonding time talking about childhoods, school, and just general chit chat.
Rating: PG-13? It's Kirk. There's going to be some kind of booze and swearing and sexual innuendo somewhere in here.

Usually Kirk wasn't one that would find himself early for many occasions. Sure he would always be on time, show up on his bike, and make a really good impression on the girl he was meeting. Though here on this planet that had no Federation Designation Number? He found himself wandering around most the time looking for something to do.

So he had ended up early for the meeting place for the lunch date. Well, it wasn't so much of a date. Kirk just liked to tease Buffy that it was. He could tell the girl was a bit uptight in her "save the world" mindset. The Captain couldn't blame her. He was like that much of the time as well back on the Enterprise. Though here he figured he might as well help her unwind.

He glanced around and sat on the edge of the fountain. Kirk considered it an off-duty meeting, thus decided not to wear his golden Captain uniform. Instead he just wore the black undershirt and the black pants. His arms crossed over his chest as he waited for the other part of the equation. It seemed like everything was getting back on it's feet after the crazy shit that had happened.

"Good going, Jim." he muttered to himself. "Get stranded on a planet right when global world ending paradoxes happen."

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"Nero had attacked the other Starfleet ships and a planet named Vulcan, Spock's homeworld. Spock was Acting Captain because Captain Pike had been taken by Nero. Spock wanted to regroup with the fleet and try to take on Nero that way. I told him it wouldn't work, that we should take the opportunity and go after Nero ourselves. One heated argument later and I was thrown off for mutiny."

He loved telling people the stories of what had happened on the Enterprise. Their eyes lit up in to such a state of wonder and amazement that it was hard not to smile back. And Buffy was willing to listen.

Willing, she was. She listened carefully. "Thrown off? Like, out of the ship? Did they throw you into space? How did you survive in space? In the future, can people breath in space?"

She seemed to be working herself into a panic--a playful panic. Engaged in the conversation, she wanted to show that engagement to Kirk. It was refreshing to meet someone with a life more wild, more strange, more removed from her own brand of strangeness.

"Stuck me in a pod and ejected me to a planet neighboring Vulcan. It is called Delta Vega. Class M planet - means it can sustain life. One big giant ice rock filled with big bugs."

Clearly Kirk was not fond of the planet. He hated the planet, but the people he met were going to become his lifetime friends. Keenser, Mr. Scott, Ambassador Spock... what Kirk would do just to talk with the Ambassador again. With his head spinning about Warp 4, he had really no direction to go at the moment.

Though talking with the woman across from him was certainly help ease his mind. He always enjoyed the company of women. He grinned at her excitement.

"Right, so that's how you ended up on that planet of icy doom that you mentioned the other day. I did wonder--I wondered to myself, like, 'Buffy, how do you think one gets stuck on a planet of ice, anyway?' and now I know."

She sat back with a shock of chuckling, tucking hair behind her ears in that obvious tell of self-consciousness. "So the whole thing's ice, but things can still live there? That's insanity. Did these bugs wear big furry parkas and keep hot chocolate stands? Because that's about the only way I could survive a planet of ice, if I were a planet-of-ice-inhabiting bug."

Kirk laughed. "They probably had some kind of exoskeleton that allowed them to do it. They came up out of the snow so who the hell knows? I didn't really bother to stick around and find out. I was sort of busy running for my life."

Though he paused as the waitress came over and gave them a glass of water first. He nodded in thanks to her then looked back at Buffy. "I met someone though that would become one of my best friends on that planet. So it wasn't all that bad."

Buffy gladly took the water, drinking deeply from the glass while she listened. The water here was better than residential water in Sunnydale, but not quite as good as the water they had access to in the Scottish highlands. It was a difference that she noted quietly in her mind, leaving the rest of her head-space open to listen.

"So, how did that person end up on the planet of icy doom? Were they exile-podded there, too?"

"He was captured by Nero's ship, the Narada. Marooned him on Delta Vega so that he could watch the attack on Vulcan."

"You know, for a doom planet? This place is starting to sound fairly happening."

She clinked her nails quietly against the rim of the glass, tilting her head to the left and offering Kirk a slow growing, sly grin. "You are being on the total up and up with me, right? Because you spin some mighty tall tales and I'd hate to think you were taking advantage of a girl's trust by stretching the truth. Like, say, if it was really just a planet of frosty doom, rather than ice. Or maybe just the planet of slightly moist, condensationy doom."

"I slid down a slope of pure ice and nearly got skewered. Come on now. If I was going to spin a tale it'd be about how Spock was nice enough to maroon me on a paradise planet with babes in bikinis."

He flashed her a grin. "Well you tell me about your crazy adventures in Sunnydale. I'd like to hear them."

"If I start sounding like too much of a loony, stop me early enough that I don't loose any face, okay?" She sat back in her chair, forcing herself to keep the tips of her fingers away from the glass. There were certain nervous habits that she should avoid when trying to maintain a positive impression. Fidgeting was probably one of them.

"Alright, here's and oldie-but-a-goodie. You had crazy alien bugs, right? Well, we had our fair share of buggy folks, too. Only in Sunnydale it was less an alien problem and more of a demony problem." Here, she sucked in a deep breath, like a tight rope walker testing the tension of the wire. "It was years go, high school. This substitute teacher totally turned out to be some crazy giant praying mantis...thing. There were pheromones, and everything. Sort of icky, all over."

"Pheromones?" He had to stop himself from laughing. "So like this buggy teacher made you guys all wanting to get in each others pants? That's rich. How'd you beat them?"

"More like she used it to make all the guys want to get into her incredibly inappropriate-for-as-science-teacher skirt. Just so she could lure them back to her house through some phony project and then eat their heads." Buffy told this part rather coolly. In truth, this was one of the earliest missions she'd had as a Slayer. Things had gone steadily uphill from there.

"As for the extermination? That would be me, in the basement, with a machete. How many people get to claim they've actually hacked up their creepy substitute teachers, right?"

His eyebrows raised and his face fell from a laugh. Well, that would ruin your day. He blinked a few times before attempting to come back with a statement.

"Well, shit. Don't think I ever hated any of my teachers in the Academy that much. Well, Spock hated me for a while but that's sort of irrelevant."

"It wasn't so much of a hate thing as a It's My Job thing. She was threatening poor innocent virgins, and I was there to put an end to that." She slowly pulled a face, and began to shake her head. "The...threatening. Not the virgins. That's...wow, that came out wrong. Just, a friend of mine was taken and I was there to make sure that he and others didn't end up on the menu."

Buffy wasn't sure which was worse, coming entirely clean about the demons thing or executing one of her trademark accidental innuendos in front of someone she really did not want to be so accidental in front of. Quick, diversionary tactic!

"Later, at college? My psych professor turned out to be the head of an elaborate special military operation buried beneath campus. She also tried to kill me and mine. That's sort of a trend amongst the weirdos from Sunnydale."

Kirk leaned forward, his elbows on the table and his thumbs rubbing his bottom lip. He studied her demeanor as she talked. Not shy, but certainly nervous. Possibly worried. Maybe even seeking some sort of conformation she was normal?

"So I should make sure to stay away from the place when I go on shore-leave when the Enterprise comes back from her mission."

Buffy shook her head. "I wouldn't worry too much about that. A year ago, the whole town was destroyed during a sizable battle. Now, there's just the crater that was formally known as Sunnydale. Well, in my version of history, at least. I don't know about yours. Maybe in yours, it's still there and the town finally smartened up and built a statue of me to honour the umptillion times I've saved it from ending up a crater before that last battle."

So she felt a teensy bit cocky. She figured she had a right to. Still, it wasn't entirely fair to take all of the credit. "Okay, maybe a statue of me and the rest of the gang. Without them, I'd be dead."

He offered a small smile. "I'll look into it when I get home. I'm sure the Enterprise has some kind of history databanks on it like Starfleet does on Earth. Never know, maybe you actually had a normal life in my timeline."

Of course it was also possible that Buffy didn't exist at all in his time period. Kirk wasn't about to say it or suggest it though. There was really no telling what could have happened to a Buffy during that time period back home. It was a nuclear cold war as he recalled in that time period. One that didn't end until almost half way through the first hundred years of the 21st century.

"A normal life?" Clearly, she liked the sound of this. A more thoughtful smile arrived on her face. "You have no idea how long I spent pining after a normal life. To be a normal girl, with normal problems. With nail polish stains instead of blood stains."

Normality was most likely a pipe dream. A really really pretty pipe dream, that probably had amazing things at the end of it. Things like half price Prada and kitschy canape trays. And a big fancy banner that said "Welcome to Refreshingly Tedious Normality" on it.

"History databanks, though? Man, even with madly advanced sciencey terms like 'databanks', it still sounds like the uberdull."

Kirk laughed again. "I guess it does. The future isn't always exciting, you know."

He reached forward and put his hand over he glass. Wanting a normal life was something he never wanted it. Bar fights, women, it was all nice but there was always more he wanted out of life. He finally had it in his hands and this place whisked him away from his ship, his crew... his family. There was really no words for how angry he was, even if he could hold it in.

"You can be a normal girl here."

"I've been in serious consideration mode, about that." She admitted, drawing an open palm across the side of her face. "Back home, there was fate and me and fate was calling the shots. Here? This place is overrun with heroic types. Maybe I can take a break, and so maybe this place isn't so bad. Y'know, beyond the evil scientists and wacky experiments."

Angel wanted her to take a break. He had suggested it, and since then the idea was stuck in her mind. Would it be selfish to enjoy this place, considering the responsibilities still left at home?

"I never chose to be Miss Superheroic, so maybe I'm a little bitter. And a little excited at the prospect of choosing something for myself, even if that choice is to sit back and let someone else do the dirty work. Except..." Here, she shook her head. "Except when the death threats started to fly a few days ago? I didn't even think before rushing out and doing the self-righteous thing."

She was talking to much about herself. Way to be egotistical, Buffster. She set her jaw and directed her look more securely at Kirk. "What are your plans, for your stay here?"

A half-shrug as he pulled back his hand. "Mainly trying to figure out how to get out of here. I'm not a engineer, but I am a genius according to my aptitude tests. I might be able to figure out something about getting out of here. I'll have to talk to that John bastard a bit more though."

He rubbed his bottom lip again as he thought. A group of traitors, secretly hiding out down in the tunnels? Then there were the whole Malnosso in general... and that barrier. Apparently there was more to all of this than someone had all the facts to. Not to mention they had a way to look over all the things written in the journal, including his Captain's Log.

For the moment there were too many unknown factors.

"I know right now though, I'm going to enjoy a great lunch with a friend. The rest I'll worry about when I'm not off-duty."

"And what'll constitute as on-duty? Whenever you say so? Can you switch it on and off?"

She was surprised to hear him refer to himself as a genius. She knew a few people who tested in the high altitudes, but they generally had that Awkward Genius quality to them. Not that the Awkward Genius quality was a bad thing. She adored Willow and Giles. Rather, she was surprised that someone so smooth could also be a genius.

"If you find a way out, let me know. After lunch, of course. Speaking of? Fess up, what's your favourite food. I can never choose between pizza and sushi."

"Pizza or sushi? I'm going to have to go with pizza. Come on it's raw fish." He paused as he raised his glass. "And on-duty will be whenever I'm wearing the gold shirt. I'll just go by the schedule I had back on the Enterprise."

Rather it was Spock's schedule. He was the one that handled how everyone was on their day-to-day duties. Though Kirk hardly followed the schedule and generally was in the mess hall or recreational rooms. When work was needed though, of course he was on the bridge being the captain. He didn't screw off all the time. Just... most of it.

"So, a hypothetical. If I see you strolling on-duty in that fashion disaster of a shirt, should I call you Captain instead of Jim?" She raised her eyebrows, joking lightly with him. "Or would a simple salute suffice?"

Buffy buried her grin in the last mouthful of water and it gave her time to think. A schedule of duty was an elusive concept for her. "Back home, I was on duty so long as I was alive. Slaying always trumped playing. I could be in the middle of the most tear-jerking chick flick this side of the galaxy and if that beeper went off, I was up and running. Well, most of the time, when I wasn't trying extra hard to revitalize my way dead social life."

"On-call. Damn, Bones is like that. Then again he is my Head Medical Officer."

He paused and looked back at her. "As for the name thing. Jim is fine on off-duty or on-duty. Bones calls me by my name most of the time when we're in uniform. I guess you can call me captain if you're really itching to be formal though. You just don't strike me as the formal type."

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