Chapter Four: Queen of the Thorns

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Each bedroom is an ugly ivory white color with those fancy walls with the dips and curves and shapes making sticky pictures and words next to impossible to use for even some sort of decoration. There are two beds, one on the left and the other on the right, both pressed back against the far wall from the doorway. A small wood in table rests between the two beds and a tiny lamp in back of the tables center.

One drawer was all the in table possessed and it was for holding semi-personal slash everyday items like my MP3 player and while it maybe 2265 and those are no longer even needed, considered ancient technology, I listen to a lot of music from the twenty-first century. Paramore, was a rock band, Halestorm another, Falling in Reverse, Evanescence.

All the music of now sounds like someone just played DJ with a record and made random noises into the mic and just slap it all together in some dupstep wannabe and I don't even like dubstep but I'd rather listen to that then the music now. Back home, my room is full of old memorabilia from the Age of Technology, that's what most Historians have labeled the twenty first century.

TV shows were better too, now people have holographic television that project the show into ones own living room rather than watching from an optical position. Each show is a rehash of old movies like Jupiter Ascending which was originally created back in, what was it... 2015 I believe. Mila Kunis was the actresses name who ha originally played the role, they're now on the tenth reboot of that story.

"Dibs on the bed on the left," Lottie declares, skipping across the room. Dropping her suitcase atop of the tan colored blanket spread over the bed, giving at least an ounce of color to this dull, irritatingly plain room.

As I enter the room, the door swings closed as my hand no longer holds it open. Lottie jumps at the loud slams it makes but the sounds of people's voices drastically decreased now that we're closed off from the world for now, thank you door. Lottie sits at the edge of her bed, neon green suitcase thrown open as she pulls out one piece of clothing at a time.

She gets to her feet, starting to place her clothing on her side of the closet while seemingly in deep though, I wonder what about? Lottie lets out a sigh of, well I'm not quite sure, then sits back down on her bed. Occasionally glancing up at me before looking away when I meet her gaze.

"Something you wanna ask Lottie?" I chimes, finally annoyed with all the glances without the explanation.

"What the hell was that about?" just as I'm about to ask what she's talking about she cuts me off, continuing. "On the ship when we ran into Spock and Carol Marcus, are you trying to piss them off, why?"

Shrugging, I hold her gaze. "I'm pretty sure that I already mentioned how I didn't want to be stationed aboard the U.S.S Enterprise and I'll do whatever means necessary to get the hell off."

Lottie narrows her eyes at me, "yeah but you never explained why that is."

I consciously avoid biting down on my bottom lip, it's a habit of mine. Not necessarily always to expose my lies but more of my uncomfortable feelings about a particular time or situation. Due to our long standing friendship, Lottie would surly know something is up if I chew on my lip so I need to play it cool. Pretend everything is okay, like I don't want to be here for a justified reason.

"Between the two of us," she leans closer as do I. Lowering my voice to a whisper I continue. "I think the Captain's kind of a douche bag, I mean honestly he sleeps with everyone and he's a danger to himself and other aboard this ship. Plus, he thinks he's so cool."

Lottie scoffs, rolling her eyes at me and even so I can tell she doesn't believe me. She knows me to well, can read me like a textbook and it's not the greatest thing in the world. "Really Juni?"

I say nothing, just watch her. Curious as to what her honest reaction will be; I've never really lied to Lottie because she's always been able to see through my attempts as I do her's so I wonder if she's going to be as pissed as I already think she is. A deep, prominent frown decorates her pink lips as she purses them in thought, probably of what to say.

"I get it if you don't want to talk about it, the real reason, but I don't understand. Every time I've ever brought up the U.S.S. Enterprise, or James T. Kirk, or any of it you get... Cold, distant. Like someone stabbed you with a knife and I..." she looks to the ground, voice trailing off. "We've always told each other everything but somehow I get the feeling that only I did."

"Lottie..."

"Some things aren't my business, I get that but whatever this is, is something that you need to figure out because if you don't, these sorts of secrets eat away at you until there's nothing left," she rises to her feet. Without another word she opens the bedroom door and slips out into the crowded hallway, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

My head drops into my hands as I let out a sigh myself. I never wanted to be here, on this ship, in Starfleet, and it hasn't even been a full day aboard and Lottie's already mad at me. New record, way to go Juniper. My brain chimes.

Rolling my eyes I resolve the inner conflict and get up, prepared to go after Lottie and bring her back so I can explain the real reason why I hate it here and the true reasons that I've tried so hard to hide. Lottie may be obsessed with the idea of being on the Enterprise and Kirk himself but she would never go and tell everyone aboard the ship.

I can trust her and have for the last three years and there's not a reason in hell that I can't right now, I guess I've always be more nervous about how she'd react than if she'd tell anyone. To be honest, I don't want to be treated any differently or expected to act one way or another because of the fact that Kirk is my biological father.

Swinging the door open I don't even step out of the room when my eyes land on something that makes my stomach churn in utter disgust. None other than Carol Marcus herself, short blond hair hanging at her shoulders but it's much worse. She is backed against a wall in a hallways sucking face with the last person I want to see her sucking face with.

None other than James Kirk himself. He's pressed against her, not close enough for a full scale public dry humping session but as if they're trying to get rid of as much distance between them while still fully clothed. They look like two lip-locked fish in a fight for territory or something, his hands glide over her hips and towards her butt.

She has a hand on his upper back while the other in lost in his hair. She lifts up her left leg, hooking it around his hips as she starts to subtly grind hers against his, moaning as she does. He moves against her in response, just then one of her eyes opens, landing on me and I see a look of satisfaction crosses her blue eyes. She wanted me to see this, to watch them do this.

Carol wanted me to know that she has him wrapped about her finger, in other words, she means that she owns me because he will always take her word over mine any day so I'd better do what she says.

If I could have one wish at this moment, I would wish to be the Queen of the Thorns so I could just stab her...