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

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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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I didn't threaten him for kicks. Peter gave him the physical.

I'm saving defiling this sacred place for you, sweet cheeks.

How is he? I'm concerned about the stress the Barge and Spock's death must be having on him.

What a romantic. We need to talk Jim.

He's actually pretty fit. Peter wrote some stuff down. You'll have to consult with him.

I don't like where this is going.

I'll find him later - and for the love of god stop playing with the medical files. That information isn't for your amusement.

It's not going anywhere on here for one thing. When are you getting back?

I'm not playing. I'm reading. I thought you'd approve.

And I thought I'm supposed to sleep down here.

As long as you don't go using it against people- and don't tell me you wouldn't do that, even if it was unintentional.

Don't be a smart ass and answer the question.

I have nothing but honest intentions, I swear.

I dunno, like in another hour. Why? You got a surprise for me? I always dreamed that you'd be waiting naked for me with chocolate covered strawberries.

Should have thought of that when you were naming the terms of your bet Jim. I'll see you in an hour.

[Kirk is certain that he's in trouble.

For nothing, he might add. He got the Admiral to consent to a physical. Bones should be patting him on the back, not telling him that they need to talk.

Nothing good ever came from those words.

But he didn't try to put it off because he was James T. Kirk damnit. He wasn't afraid of anything. Not even the doctor in his room who liked to stick him with needles.]

"Boooones?"

[McCoy still wasn't sure if he was enjoying the break or already antsy, maybe a healthy mixture of the two. He could tell from the twitch of his fingers it was going to end in unrest, boredom and damn, how did an active guy like Jim handle it? He considered what he could do to possibly get Jim something to do all day rather than work himself to the ground in the gym (McCoy's limbs were already protesting the schedule he had set up).

When Jim came in he looked up from his seat on the bed, brow quirking.] How was work darlin'? [He asked with a mocking drawl.]

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"It was lovely." [Which means there hasn't been many terribly injuries, nothing that Peter and Martha can't handle and he actually likes talking to Peter. So that's pretty nice.

And he has complete access to the medical files on board, which he really likes.]

"How's being me?"

Pointlessly exhausting. [McCoy answered, running a hand over his face.] Rayne wants me to give your inmate a gold star.

[Kirk frowns.] "What for?"

'Administrative stuff' and apparently passing some test by not using a weapon she was entrusted with for a while. [McCoy answers.] I told her not to pull that shit without telling you about it first.

"Well, she should've told you at least this week anyway." [Jim pushes his lips from side to side for a moment before adding,] "Shego wouldn't use a weapon if she had nothing to shoot at or wasn't annoyed about something. So that's not really passing any test."

Most inmates would have taken the opportunity. [McCoy pointed out, brow raised.] It's only a matter of time before she graduates- though considering she's as stubborn as you are that's probably wishful thinking.

"She's a goddamn green Barbie who's the girl version of me five years ago... with less alcohol and sex." [Pause.] "And she doesn't respond as well to dares."

So she's a more mature version of you. [McCoy responded, giving him an incredulous look.] What's your plan for her anyway?

"I don't have to get her to care about everyone. But she has to care about something. I just have to find it. It's like a treasure hunt."

Just don't call it a 'treasure hunt' to her face or you'll deserve whatever bodily harm she inflicts. [He paused, quiet a moment before looking back up at Jim.] Do you remember when I told you I'm not going to be some flavor of the week?

[Jim froze at that those words, eyeing Bones suspiciously.]

"Yeeeah?"

[Bones just gave him an exasperated look back for his suspicious one.] I'm not going to say I expect you to be monogamous but I'm not going to pretend I like it either. [He answered after a pause, frowning as he stood.] You smelled like her for Christ's sake.

[Some self preservation instinct kept Jim from asking which girl he smelled like. But it didn't stop him from smelling himself right then and there to make sure that he didn't smell like anyone else. He didn't think he did but it didn't hurt to make sure.]

"I'm sorry?" [He offered because that seemed easiest.]

[McCoy rolled his eyes at the answer and action, crossing his arms. He expected it, really, but he was old fashioned. That was one thing Jocelyn could never accuse him of and never tried to, being unfaithful.] Sorry. You're impossible. I don't want an apology damnit, I want- [He paused, as if trying to figure it out. He gave up after a moment, stepping forward, closer, and dropping his arms.] I'm not in this for kicks Jim. I'm won't ask you to change your ways right out of the blue but I'm not going to put up with you coming back here and reeking of sex, you understand me?

"Yeah. Showers are good. Got it," [Jim said quietly, biting down on the inside of his cheek.] "I'm not.. in it for kicks, either. For the record."

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Two spams, one entry, oh my

You are such a busy woman. also no one saw that

I did c:

If your mockery wasn't out of love I'd slap you. Or cry a little. Whichever.

Whatever. You poisoned me.

It's not my fault your family was batshit.

whatever. yours buys swearshirts

they're a horrible stereotype, I know.

I'm ashamed of them

You know you want a sweatshirt.

No I don't :c

Yes you do. Don't lie to yourself.

It doesn't matter cause my family doesn't love me that much anyway

Well then I'll get you one obviously.

Hurray!

Well I wouldn't want you to die in the mountains. That would suck.

People in Colorado don't die of frost bite. We're too tough.