[McCoy didn't bother answering Jim- Kirk- in the post, watching it three times over before he finally stood on weaker legs than he wanted to admit to himself. He didn't want to play martyr, he had no interest in spilling blood for the flashy 'cause' but the crux of the matter was Shego was in trouble and even if Shego wasn't his friend he couldn't live with himself if he let the pit in his stomach get her brutally killed.

He ran a hand through his hair as he walked down the halls, stopping in front of the familiar room. He hesitated only a moment before rapping on the door, letting his hand drop to his side.]

Captain. [He called, voice dripping with barely suppressed rage.]