captain_jtkirk | .046 - voice post, sorry for the length

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.046 - voice post, sorry for the length

[Kirk is back! Though the Barge stole him back while he sleeping because it's an evil, evil entity. Why so late at in the day? Ship's time on the Enterprise is weird.]

Yeoman... Johnson, can you call down to Sickbay and get more of the little yellow pills? Maybe find some coffee while you're running around getting the reports from Medical and Science anyway, oh and that one Admiral Pike sent yesterday and I need you to let Scotty know that I reeeeeeeally wasn't kidding when I rejected that experimental upgrade on the cooling systems. I will hobble down there myself and take those plans away from him--are you getting all of this?

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... Johnson, come in.

Why aren't you--[Have the 'oh shit, I'm not on Enterprise anymore, am I?' moment.]

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Motherfuck.

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Bones, you better have little yellow pills in your stash here or I'm going to die from an infection.

[Oh and it's not an away mission on the Enterprise if Kirk doesn't get hurt, so he got speared. Makes it easier to hunt him down and smack him for being an ass.]

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[clinical tone time] Describe the nature of your injury and I'll be right down.

[That tone. Is not good.]

You don't sound happy to see me.

Describe the nature of your injury captain, I need to know what to bring.

[Long, long pause.]

I just need the pills. M'Benga already fixed me up. And you can send Peter if you're just going to bitch and growl the whole time.

[Ok, now he sounds just mad.] Now you listen here, I'm your primary physician and the Chief Medical Officer of your ship. I will bitch, growl and say whatever I damned well please if I find it within the rights of my profession.

Now either tell me the nature of your injury or forward M'Benga's report. Whatever you choose I'm on my way over.

[And because Kirk is a cranky, high on pain pills five year old, have the forwarded report.]

[McCoy's icy mood quickly vanished upon reading the report, hurrying down the halls with a strong scowl over his face, medical pack full and PADD under his arm. A spear, the reckless bastard had been hit with a damned spear of all things and then had a reaction to something on the spear. Thank god for M'Benga, on his own it could have- McCoy's scowl deepened as he reached Kirk's room and opened the door.

He was fully prepared to give a sharp, angry speech but on catching sight of Kirk he couldn't help letting out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He walked forward, pulling his scanner out of his bag and running it over Kirk's torso.] A spear wound, of all the god damned things...

[Jim just sighs and rolls his eyes, letting Bones fuss because he doesn't have it in him to struggle and run away at the moment. Maybe the yellow ones were the pain pills.]

"It wasn't my fault."

What the hell happened? [McCoy glanced at M'Benga's report before placing his scanner away and pulling out his hypospray.]

Thanks?

Have we met?

Not officially. You hit me in the back with a snowball.

I'd apologize but that was a fun day.

I'm Jim Kirk.

Ruby. And I did have fun, actually. It was a shocking turn of events.

I'm glad then, Ruby.

Sounds like you had fun while you were away.

Yeah getting speared?

One of my top five things to do.

... are you mad at me too?

I understand you had your duties to attend to, therefore, I cannot hold it against you. However, I feel I must warn you, Lt. Uhura was..troubled..by your sudden absence.

I knew you'd tell her that I was gone. It wasn't a personal affront.

I'll talk to her.

On the contrary, she mentioned your absence before I had the opportunity to tell her.

... how did she find out then?

I can only conclude she noticed on her own.

I didn't think she cared that much about me.

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Spam?

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oh the amused voice of Ruby

he senses this sarcasm, missy

he knows he loves it :P

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have a simple one-word greeting.

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