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Jim Kirk enters the Nexus in a mild daze, still a little stunned at the news he's just received from Command. He doesn't look like he's shaved for a few weeks, but his black Starfleet Academy instructor's uniform is clean and his hair is neatly combed, so it's not like he's been letting himself go or anything.

He gets a cup of coffee on autopilot, before finding a seat to really think over what the hell just happened, a look of hopeful disbelief on his face, like he's been told something that's too good to be true.

"Have you ever had a dream job you never expected to get?" he asks after several minutes, looking up. "For those that haven't, if you knew you wouldn't be home for a couple years, what would you not leave without?"

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"I'll drink to that," Jim agrees, and does so.

"Five years..." he muses out loud, taking a bite out of the apple tart. "I still can't believe it. I'm gonna have to bring a lot of books and coffee."

"You should consider keeping a journal. Something that is more than just your standard reports to Starfleet."

Hunter takes a sip of his champagne. And then takes a bite of his chocolate cake.

"That's actually not far off from tradition," Jim agrees, nodding. "Most starship captains keep a personal log as well as the Captain's Log. It's usually audio though."

"And hopefully, you can stay in contact through your PINpoint." It is a worry of Hunter's that for some reason, the PINpoint won't work once Jim leaves on his mission. And that more time would pass before he saw Jim again. (Of course he would always hope to see Jim again. He still has those hopes for other friends, whom he has not seen in quite some time).

"I should send you some poems."

"I've been thinking about that," he admits. "I don't think it's going to be an issue; I've been able to use it away from Earth before, and since it's a device that can coordinate travel and communication between universes, it wouldn't make a hell of a lot of sense if it couldn't compensate for where I am in the galaxy. Chances are pretty good that it'll be fine." Jim is very much not worried about it right now, but he doesn't want to just dismiss Hunter's fear either. They both have good reasons to believe how they do, and maybe by sharing some of his own reasoning, Jim can put his mind at ease.

His smile brightens a little at Hunter's thought. "I'd love that."

Jim's reasoning does help ease those worries from Hunter's mind. And he can see some of that tension disappear from Hunter's shoulders.

"Good. Because while you are pretty special enough to wait for five years... I would get pretty lonely during that time without being able to contact you."

"I'd miss you too," Jim says, and isn't that a weird thing too? Not that he'd miss Hunter, but that now he's got someone to miss. For most of his life, he's had no one waiting for his return. And no one he particularly wanted to go back to.

"I'll try to keep in touch on a regular basis. Not just special occasions. I won't have to hog the subspace transmitter for personal messages if it's by PINpoint."

"That sounds good." And it is something that Hunter can handle, without feeling the distance between them. He takes another bite of his chocolate cake.

"I have a few goals of my own, that I would like to accomplish in the next five years. It is good... to have something to work towards."

"Oh yeah?" Jim asks, interested. His apple tart is mostly gone, and he uses the last bits of pastry to mop up the crumbs. "Art stuff or personal goals?"

"Well, I have found a location for that art gallery, that I want to build as an extension to the Foundation. And as my new residence in New York."

Hunter takes another strawberry, eating it with some cake.

"We also have some interest for the Foundation to have more locations, so it is a State-wide organization, instead of just serving New York."

He toys with his fork for a moment. He doesn't want to bring down the mood, but Jim would want to know. "And that private detective I hired has traced Austin. At least enough that I could look into dealing with him."

Jim nods along as Hunter describes the fruits of his labors, interested to hear what progress has been made on that front. He stills when Hunter mentions Austin, his brow furrowing a little. "That guy who cursed you?"

"Yes him." Hunter takes another bite from his chocolate cake.

"And no, I am not going to try to talk to him alone." He figures that might as well be addressed.

"I didn't think you were," Jim answers, but it's good to know regardless. He knows that Hunter isn't stupid or impulsive, unlike certain starship captains.

Pastry gone, Jim leans back slightly in his chair, sipping at his champagne. "Do you know what your next move is?"

"I have no idea."

"The last time I had to deal with someone who was threatening... it didn't go that good." He went in without a plan.

"I need a game plan."

"Is there some kind of magic we can use to shield you from another attack like the one before?" Jim asks, uncertain how that works. "We don't want to go in vulnerable."

"I don't know. I am just beginning to figure out how to use the magic that Kendra left me as a gift. I have no idea how the magical gifts that others were given work. Or how to stop it."

"I wish I knew someone who is more adept at this kind of thing."

"I know someone who might have some ideas," Jim says, frowning in thought. "Her name's Hermione Granger, and she actually went to a boarding school for people with magic. The only kind of shield she showed me was more like a... bubble, I guess, so it might not help, but there could be other kinds of protection she'd know about."

"If you think she might be someone who could give me some advice... that would be great."

"Maybe she would be willing to come with me, next time I have to face Austin."

Hunter finishes up his chocolate cake. And uses a strawberry to get the last few drops of chocolate syrup off his plate.

"A boarding school for magic. Wow..."

"I'll send her a message, see what she thinks," Jim promises. It doesn't seem like Hunter is rushing to get everything together to do it now, though, so he doesn't pull out his PINpoint to text her right away.

"We could take a look around in the Nexus, too," he suggests. "See if maybe someone is selling enchanted items that might help."

"You are full of good ideas." Hunter smiles at Jim.

"But nothing needs to be rushed. I would rather celebrate your success."

Jim smiles at him. "Didn't necessarily mean right away. I've got a few months to spare."

"Would you like to be there, during the day when we go talk to him?" Hunter asks softly.

He frowns a little, reaching his free hand over to touch Hunter's. "Do you want me to be?" he asks. "It scared the shit out of me last time. I don't want you getting hurt again when I could do something to help."

"God yes..." Hunter breathes it out quickly. And gently grasps Jim's hand in his. "I want you there."

"You being there... would make me feel... protected."

"Then I'm there," he promises. Hunter's done so much for him already, and though he knows they're not keeping score, he needs to help the other man in return. He can't just leave him to face this sort of thing alone.

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ROFL

Weren't expecting it? :P

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