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[Private to Spock and Uhura.]

Nero's here.

[Private to the Level Zero Guard Gang, so... Kahlan, Richard, Angelica, Lara and whoever else is doing it. And I suppose Angel can see it too.]

There's a new Inmate in 0 right now. He doesn't have a Warden yet. His name is Nero. He's extremely dangerous and I'd suggest simply not talking to him at all if you can help it.

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So Christmas.

Who actually likes it?

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But you don't like it.

Drat. Back to the drawing board.

Sometimes I don't and sometimes I do.

Damnit Jim, I know you've had some bad Christmases but that doesn't mean you have to jinx it and assume this one will be the same.

Do you know where we are?

Some inter-dimensional metal propelled by magic and a damned lot of things I don't believe exist- and stop changing the subject.

Bones, we spent Halloween deprived of sleep and being chased by... creatures of some kind.

And the worst we had so far was that damned mistletoe.

And that was almost as scarring.

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You'll survive somehow.

I still think I'll skip it this year.

Stop being a brat- where are you?

My quarters.

[In about a half an hour McCoy came in, a carton in one hand that he held up.] Eggnog. [He said without any greeting, placing it on Kirk's desk before turning to him.] Have you told them?

"You better have rum in the other hand." [Because eggnog by itself is gross.] "Yeah, and I told them to stay away from him."

You don't? [He grabbed Jim's glasses and brought them to the desk, tone sobering.] How did Spock take it?

"I thought you were trying to woo me to Christmas." [Jim leaned back in his chair.]

"Spock took it logically. I don't think I have to follow him around and make sure he behaves."

The man killed his mother and people- there's no logic in that. [McCoy pointed out, pouring the eggnog and capping it.] You say that like 'wooing' you is hard.

"It's Spock. He generally doesn't attack people unless it's me, so we should be fine there." [He eyed the glass of eggnog with a small frown.] "I wasn't kidding about that rum."

And what were you doing? Harassing him about his mother. Imagine if you killed her.

[McCoy leaned against the desk, holding the glass out to him.] And I didn't give you placebos when I gave you those painkillers. No rum.

"Harassing him right after she died. I would've tried to kill me too." [Jim pointed out, still eyeing that glass but making no move to grab it.]

"I'm feeling a lot better. I probably don't even need the pills anymore."

I'm not saying you didn't. [McCoy raised his brow.] And as long as those painkillers are in your system you're not getting a drop. Enjoy. [He placed the glass down and picked up his own.]

[Jim eyed the glass for a few moments before shrugging. It wasn't like he about to reveal that he let an angel heal him to the angry doctor man.] "Whatever. I'd say that Uhura's more likely to attack Nero than Spock."

I'm going to talk to her. [McCoy took a drink, frowning but taking another.] And what about you? You know I hate that every damned time I want to ask if someone's alright it feel like a fool question.

"If you're asking if I'm going to attack him, then you don't have to worry about that either." [Kirk said, rocking his chair from side to side, mostly out of the need for something to do besides sit there.] "If you mean the fleshwound that's practically healed, then that's also fine."

I mean the man that killed your father is here and I'm concerned. [McCoy crossed his arms.] And that 'fleshwound' wasn't exactly a scratch.

"I have no interest in digging those feelings up again right now." [At least not so soon after having that last breakdown like two weeks ago. That was just too much for him.]

"It's fine, Bones. I'm not just saying that."

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