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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.

[Public]

So Christmas.

Who actually likes it?

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[Jim just smiled at him innocently.] "I don't feel like being examined tonight. Unless it's in a clearly dirty manner."

Bullshit. What is it this time, a new wound from some reckless adventure of yours or a rash? [He said sarcastically.]

"Neither."

[And yeah, he had every intention of playing this game all night.]

[McCoy didn't bother answering- it wasn't like Kirk could get up and run away without running straight into him. He reached out and tried to tug Kirk's shirt, putting his free hand on the arm of Kirk's chair to try to trap him and making sure to keepfrom aggravating his wound more.]

[It wasn't like there was a wound left to aggravate anyway. But Kirk put up a good struggle about it anyway, twisting and turning and... playing right into Bones's hand. Though he didn't realize that his shirt had ridden up far enough to expose a space of healed skin just yet.]

"Bones, stop. This is like rape."

Oh yeah, this- [He stopped when he finally saw the stretch of skin, eye widening as he knelt and pressed his fingertips into Kirk's side.] -the hell, what happened?

[Fuck.

Jim sighed and gave up his struggle.]

"An angel offered to heal me and I took him up on it. Turns out it's pretty legit."

An angel? [McCoy glared up at him.] Are you insane? You let some random man here claiming to have magical powers experiment on you?

"Not experiment. He seemed to know what he was doing." [Kirk rolled his eyes a little bit.] "The worst that could've happened is that it didn't work and I'd be right where I was anyway. But now it's all better."

[McCoy had to take a minute to run a hand over his face.] Have you learned nothing from this place? Lord knows what he did- Adam's blood may work but human bodies- [He grappled with his bag for his scanner.] -aren't supposed to handle that sort of acceleration. Dermal regenerators are one thing, superficial at best- [He muttered.]

[Jim sighed dramatically. This is why he didn't want to tell Bones in the first place.] "It's not a big deal. I'm fine. Thought you could appreciate that."

Of course I appreciate that you idiot. [McCoy answered, holding the scanner up.] But I've seen enough, here and back home, to know nothing doesn't have strings attached. [He frowned at his scanner.] Nothing in reality at least.

"Scanner agreeing with me again?" [Kirk asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.] "Remember not to blame the machine, Bones, it's not its fault."

[McCoy gave him a sharp look before turning his attention back to his scanner, watching it another moment. He closed his eyes, resisted the urge to rub his temples and fall into a string of curses because this wasn't how the world worked, the universe, and he was getting damned sick of everything he knew being turned on it's head.

He placed the scanner back into his bag as he stood.] Yeah Jim, you're right as per usual. [He said dryly.]

"Then we should celebrate," [Kirk declared, getting up from his seat as well.] "With rum and things." [Insert dirty eyebrow waggle here.]

[McCoy spared him an exasperated look.] I'm not sure you're the one who deserves a drink here. [He muttered, sitting on Jim's bed.]

"I know it sounds crazy but I got plenty of rum to share." [Though instead of fetching said rum, Kirk goes to sit on Bones and his very inviting lap.] "I'm not dead or dying. Focus on that."

Where the hell did you get rum? [McCoy's lips pursed to the side, shifting a bit as Kirk sat and placing a hand at where Kirk's wound should have been.] I am- I do. [He pushed Jim's shirt up enough to trace his ribs.]

"I traded sexual favors for it." [Kirk said, laughing softly. He didn't push Bones's hand away, not yet and leaned in to touch his forehead against the doctor's.] "That's a pretty good idea actually. Gimme something good for it."

Idiot. [McCoy pushed Kirk to the side, flipping him on his back and onto the bed.] You're a constant pain in my side, you know that? [He said, leaning down and nipping quite sharply at Kirk's neck.]

[Kirk shifted a little bit, drawing one of his legs out from under Bones, so he could hook it around the back of the man's knee.] "I'd rather be a constant pain in your ass." [He teased with a throaty laugh.]

[McCoy growled something into Kirk's neck, pressing harder before trailing up his jaw.] You have to work for it. [He muttered, moving until their noses were brushing.]

"Work for it?" [Kirk repeated, frowning just a bit. He slid a hand down the other man's back, slipping his fingertips into the back pocket.] "I dunno what that means. Seems like a lot of effort. Don't wanna get my hands dirty, you know."

Yeah, you're such a clean and innocent soul. [McCoy answered, putting his hands on Kirk's waist and pushing his shirt up.]

"There you go, trying to ruin me again." [Even though he was pretty much wriggling his way out of his shirt as he said that and once it was over his head, he latched on to the column of Bones's throat with his teeth.]

"Hey does this count as my naughty physical?"

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