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.033 - someday, I'll stop posting every day

[Filtered to Admiral Kirk. Viewable by Bones.]

So Admiral.

Imagine my everlasting shame when it was brought to my attention that you haven't had your physical yet. A man of your age and experience should know that they are vital to a man's health.

You need to report to the Infirmary. Right now. Or else I'm going to be forced to take drastic measures.

[Private to Pavi]

So what's McCoy got you doing?

[ooc: Kirkling found the medical files. So he snooped. And is using that to win his bet with Bones FOREVER.]

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"Didn't you hear? I'm the head of the Infirmary this week. I need to make sure that you don't talk your way out of this. And like, record what happens. For proof."

"No, I didn't," Kirk said, peeved. He should have been paying more attention to journal entries other than those made by women.

It was incredibly hard not to be sullen at this point. "Let's get this over with. I'd hate to tie up your busy schedule."

Jim just smirked at him, because it gave him a petty joy to best his older counterpart. Like proving he was the better version.

"If you'll take a seat on one of the beds for me, Admiral." To his credit, Peter was doing a rather thorough job of ignoring the younger Kirk's glee. "And remove your jacket, please."

Jim carefully took off his jacket and shoved it against the captain's chest. "Why don't you make yourself useful and hold that..." he said as he sat on the bed.

"Let's keep this civil, gentleman," Peter said, with a warning look towards the younger Kirk. He didn't pity McCoy for having to deal with these two at all. "You're both doing Doctor McCoy a favor, so remember that."

That was, after all, pretty much the only reason he agreed to this plan.

Kirk kept his mouth shut, but didn't drop the smirk as he found a chair to sprawl in, producing a PADD to study from somewhere as he draped the jacket haphazardly on the back of the chair.

"Okay, Admiral, take a deep breath for me," Peter said, holding a stethoscope to the Admiral's chest.

It would have been incredibly rude to keep talking while someone had a stethoscope to his chest. A stethoscope! Kirk could only imagine the complaining that Bones--either of them--would be doing. So, he took a series of deep breaths and eyed his counterpart suspiciously.

"You can keep looking at me like that. It's not going to change anything," Kirk said, without even looking up from the PADD that he was perusing.

"Have you been sleeping okay?" Peter asked, putting the stethoscope away. Yes, he used old fashioned 21st century medicine. And he wasn't going to stop because they were from the future. "Any aches, pains, general discomforts?"

"Don't flatter yourself, kid."

Jim turned his attention to Peter, determined now to just ignore the captain. "I'm fine...fit as a fiddle. I had a physical before I came here, as a matter of fact." Before being entirely relative.

"Well, one more can't hurt, right? Especially if it makes Doctor McCoy rest easier," Peter replied, pulling out an instrument so he could look inside the Admiral's eyes, ears and throat.

"Don't you know that Bones doesn't really like for his job to be easier?" he quipped. At least, that was true of his Bones. If his life were easier, he wouldn't have anything to complain about.

Kirk snorted from his chair, even as it was riddling him with jealousy that the other Kirk knew that about Bones. His Bones wasn't supposed to be like the other one. His Spock wasn't like the other one. He wasn't like the Kirk getting the physical. That clearly meant that Bones wasn't allowed to be the same.

"That doesn't stop the rest of us from trying anyway," Peter said with a soft smile, making some notes on a clipboard.

"I'm going to test your reflexes and then I think we'll be done."

Jim shot the captain a look. He couldn't make out his expression, but he hoped the younger Kirk wasn't getting what he wanted out of this.

"Excellent," he said, still keeping an eye on his counterpart.

Peter started tapping at the Admiral's reflex points, nodding to himself at each one.

But of course, Kirk didn't care about that. He frowned back at the Admiral. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" Jim asked innocently.

"Like you think I'm scheming."

Jim shifted on the bed, leaning forward to point his finger at the captain. "Because I know that look."

Perhaps they weren't the same, but there were some things a parallel universe hadn't changed.

Peter hadn't gotten all of the Admiral's reflex points but he was just going to call it. He seemed in good health and he didn't want to get in the middle of them. That was something he'd leave entirely to McCoy. "You're free to go, Admiral. Clean bill of health."

Kirk stood at Peter departed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not scheming against you, old man. You just happened to help me out."

Edited 2009-10-25 00:31 (UTC)

The admiral pulled on his jacket and too his time about doing it up, ignoring his counterpart until he was finished.

"Oh? And just how might I have helped you out?"

"Bones wanted you to have a physical and I wanted to win my bet with him. Which I'm pretty sure I just did. So thanks."

"Well..." Jim considered this and then broke into a smile, "who am I to hinder anyone from winning one over one Bones..."

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[Action] - I haven't had a physical in like. 9 years. SO BEAR WITH ME.

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[Action] It's also cool! I... slept for like all of it

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