captainjimm:

Jim smirked to himself “Nice place you’ve got, what’s it’s purpose?”

He tried to observe as much of the room as he could, without being too obvious. The place was weird, as in old-fashioned weird. He’s never seen anything so fascinating. He was just wondering by when the building caught his attention, weird because he didn’t see anything particularly interesting in the building itself, fascinating because his instincts were never wrong before.   

“How rude of me,” he said, turning back to the stranger “Captain James Kirk, at your service.” 

                                   C a p t a i n

                                                                  Captain of {what?}

His lips purse as he studies the blonde man who so carelessly walked into his lecture hall. Thankfully classes had been dismissed and he had been alone. It was harder and harder to provide an edcation it seems; Jack Crawford has the habit of walking in during a lecture instead of waiting for it to finish. 

“It’s a lecture hall,” he answers the question curtly, as if it hadn’t been obvious by the desk that stood in the middle, the projecter screen up and over his head, and the rows of desks and chairs that surround the projecter. “You know – for class?”

                                  Never seen a lecture hall before ?

“Special agent Will Graham,” he introduces himself though he does not offer the man his hand to shake. Carefully, he adjusts his glasses so they perch atop his nose, the rim positioned just so it blocks his view of Captain James Kirk. 

                                Eyes are distracting

                                          You see too much

                                                                                                               You don’t see e n o u g h