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nexus_crossings2018-12-07 01:54 am
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Today is a day Alex is especially glad he brought his pocket notebook with him, as it means he can take notes on the weird PSA. He doesn't seem scared, or even particularly surprised, as he jots down some quick things to remember to ask his dad about later - interdimensional stuff sounds like something out of his dad's sci-fi movie collection - and makes a note to himself to look for the door home after no more than an hour. That's probably enough time to look around around without also being so long his parents will notice and get worried.
Once he's got his notebook stashed away again, he starts off towards the direction he's fairly sure he came from, just to make sure the door is there. After a few moments, he winces and clutches his head. Apparently, headaches could travel across dimensions, too. Biting his lip, he carefully looks around, trying to gauge which adult looks the least likely to be annoyed by a kid. Eventually, when the headache throbs especially badly, he gives up that endeavor to approach the nearest person who doesn't look clueless and asks, as politely as he can manage, "Do you know where I can get some aspirin? My head is killing me and it's been long enough since I took some I can have some more. I think."
If time worked the same across dimensions it would have been easier to tell, but alas.
Once he's got his notebook stashed away again, he starts off towards the direction he's fairly sure he came from, just to make sure the door is there. After a few moments, he winces and clutches his head. Apparently, headaches could travel across dimensions, too. Biting his lip, he carefully looks around, trying to gauge which adult looks the least likely to be annoyed by a kid. Eventually, when the headache throbs especially badly, he gives up that endeavor to approach the nearest person who doesn't look clueless and asks, as politely as he can manage, "Do you know where I can get some aspirin? My head is killing me and it's been long enough since I took some I can have some more. I think."
If time worked the same across dimensions it would have been easier to tell, but alas.
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He sniffles, dangerously close to crying, which is super embarrassing because he's not a little kid anymore and he doesn't want Jim to think he's uncool. "My dad says with my condition I can't really do... most things I wanna do when I get older, actually. And I try and try and nothing's ever good enough because even when I work my hardest it's not as fast or as good as other kids. It's really never as good or fast as my dad at my age."
And then there was Jim, telling him that it was still worth it to try, telling him that you could screw up, end up in jail and still pull it together and go do great things. If he were older he might verbalize all the things that made him feel.
But he's not good at that, so he just clings onto Jim tightly.
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There's a child in Jim's arms, small fingers digging in to the fabric of his uniform and a sniffle in his ear and suddenly all the panic, fear, and reasoning flies somewhere out the window as Jim Kirk pulls Alex into a hug to hold the kid steady. Everyone's families are different but all Jim can think of is how he never had anyone to do this for him growing up and how if he could help it this kid wasn't going to feel the way he did all those years ago.
"Well, your dad might know a lot more than I do about you and your conditions. But I don't....really...believe in no-win scenarios. There's got to be something you can do that's still in your field of interest when you're my age." His chest aches for the emotions he can hear in Alex's voice. Kids, man.
Jim really does like them.
"It's a bad habit of mine. Too stubborn to be told no or that something's impossible."
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"I have migraines all the time, I get tired really easily, and I'm not very strong. I can't be normal. I try, but I just can't. And I dunno if somebody with my problems can really do anything cool as a grown up." What is he supposed to do, when he's plagued by headaches, gets photosensitive so regularly, is exhausted midway through every day? Nobody he knows who's an adult with an actual job is like this. They're not weak like he is. "The only thing I'm stubborn about is languages. I taught myself a bunch, with some help from my family and books. I can talk even when I'm tired. But - they don't really have jobs just for that, do they?"
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Maybe it was the pain getting to him, or maybe this whole situation finally got to be too much. But Jim Kirk's the only adult here right now so he's just going to have to do his best to help Alex through this.
"Not every job makes someone be up on their feet all day, you know? I bet if you looked around there might be some way to do school at a pace you could handle. Like on...line?" Is that what they called it back then? Jim honestly struggles a whole lot with what a majority of the humans in the Nexus call 'modern' Earth. It's so ancient for him. "And sure, linguists are useful in all kinds of fields. If you want to do that for a job, you just keep studying and then find a field you can apply it to and slowly start studying that, too."