captain_jtkirk | .052

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[This is very clearly addressed to McCoy but still PUBLIC So you all know how serious he is.]

I'm getting a little bored with this game of hide and seek, McCoy. And since I seem to be surrounded by completely incompetent idiots...

[Long pause with a look that says it all. YES THIS IS AIMED AT YOU, UHURA AND SPOCK.

And he's back to business.]

I made a new game for us.

[He shifts out of the way of the camera, to show you all an unconscious Shego on the ground. She looks pretty roughed up, bruises, cuts and ~~jizz in her hair~~ the like.

Kirk leans back in and smiles in a totally EVIL CREEPY WAY.]

If you aren't at my quarters in an hour or less but not a second more, I'll kill her. And it won't be quick or pretty. And if you bring any of your little friends, I'm gonna have to cut on you and them a little bit.

[THE END.]

[ooc: So with Naomi's permission, we've assumed that Kirk has caught Shego, roughed her up a bit and then sedated her with one of the hypos that Bones left in his room, LOLIRONY and now he's using her as bait in his clearly obvious trap. No, he's not actually going to kill Shego, that's too much work for his lazy ass. Feel free to yell at him or cheer him on but all of the action is for Bones, kthanks. <3

PS: There will probably be graphic violence in this post. YOU ARE WARNED.

EDIT: Sorry to cock-block anyone! T'was not my intention. You will have your chance to beat on Kirk/plot against him later this week, I promise <3]

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"Captain," [Kirk reminded him coldly, stepping closer to the doctor, getting right up in face.] "What do you think you're going to do? Win me away from the dark side? I like it over here. It's fun."

Silly me in thinking you had head on those shoulders capable of complex thought captain. [McCoy answered, standing his ground and throwing the words at Kirk's face in irritation. His eyes slid to the phaser briefly- if he was going to be here he might as well fight tooth and nail to the end.]

[Kirk rolled his eyes slowly and whipped the phaser around again, smacking it hard against the same place on McCoy's jaw that he had before. Then while the doctor was distracted with that, he hooked a foot behind one of the doctor's ankles and yanked it out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground.

The captain moved quickly, straddling McCoy's chest with his knees pinning the man's arms down, pretty much keeping him on the ground.]

"So I'm having a dilemma. I'm gonna tell you about it, because I like you," [Kirk said somewhat sarcastically, waving the phaser around.] "You're not my McCoy. So strictly speaking, I can forgive all of the nonsense you're spilling out. But since I have you here, I should make an example out of your ugly face for all of the other do-gooders and misguided attempts at heroism. So what do you think? A nice scar? Or should I just make you unrecognizable for a while?"

[This time McCoy stumbled a little at the blow, trying to clear his line of vision and lash out at Kirk when his foot was kicked out from under him. He practically thrashed, like hell he was going to take all of Kirk's shit lying down, which was a poor choice of words considering that's exactly where he was trapped at the moment.

He tried turning to push Kirk off one time more before he settled somewhat, glaring daggers up at Kirk.] It won't do a damn bit of good Captain, this fight isn't for kicks. You can put my head on a pike and it won't change a thing- this hell hole can't survive, not like this. [He said with all the resolution he could muster.] And you'll go down with it.

[Kirk laughed again.]

"I plan on setting fire to this place and then going back to my ship before that ever happens. Hopefully you'll be right and it will be sooner rather than later, and I can go back to doing a real job."

[He dug his knee harder into the doctor's arm, pressing up against one of the nerves.]

"I think I'll give you a scar. Sulu has a scar. It looks rather dashing."

[McCoy tried to jerk his arm away again sharply at that- he didn't remember Kirk being this strong before. A miscalculation on his part, he should have realized the cut throats would be more accustomed to comment.]

Yeah, I'm sure you're doing your dad real proud too. [He snapped despite his better judgement. Maybe it would goad Kirk into a rage and finish things quickly.]

[Kirk went impossibly still for a few moments, glaring down at the man he had pinned to the ground before he reached behind him, pulling the thin dagger out from it's spot on his belt.

And then sliding it clean through McCoy's hand, pinning the appendage to the ground.]

[McCoy cried out and jerked, making the pain worse with the movement. Son of a bitch.

It took a few moments to compose himself again, teeth grit and tremors running up his arm as he met Kirk's glare.] Hit a sore spot huh? [He muttered. He took some satisfaction in the fact he probably knew this Kirk better then the man would ever like and tried to ignore the fact that it was because the bones of the Jim Kirk he knew were clearly visible in the man above him.]

"Nah. I'm getting bored of talking to you."

[He leaned over slightly like he was going to pull the knife out but he twisted it around inside the doctor's hand slowly instead. Kirk did that for a couple, long minutes before he finally pulled it out. He studied the blade in his hand for a moment before lowering it to McCoy's face, wiping the blood off on his cheek.]

"If you move, I'll slit your throat."

[Which was a test to see if the doctor actually wanted to die.]

Real sparkling company yourself. [McCoy grit out, most of the end of the comment lost as he clenched his jaw and tried to keep silent. It was a fruitless effort, he was a doctor for god's sake, not a soldier and they could teach about 'interrogation withstanding methods' in the academy all they wanted, it wasn't quite the same when it came into practice.

When Kirk finally pulled the damn knife out he tried to ease the tension in his arm and assess the damage, resolutely ignoring Kirk until he spoke again. His eyes shot up to Kirk and it took a few moments to stop the twitch of his limbs. He didn't want to die, he couldn't deny that. Nothing Kirk had done or promised so far was enough to override that survival instinct just yet.]

Go to hell. [He responded instead.]

"I hate how cliche this is, but I'm already there." [Kirk whispered, holding the knife against McCoy's check for a second, twisting the blade so it bit into his flesh.]

"You're not going to get to me, doctor. There's nothing to get at."

[McCoy tried to keep his eyes on Kirk's rather than close them, wincing when the fingers on his injured hand twitched involuntarily.]

You'd like to think that wouldn't you? That comment before got at something. [He let out a breath.] Jim, this is crazy. Just- [He didn't know what to say that he hadn't already.]

Edited 2010-01-11 08:27 (UTC)

[Kirk didn't say anything for almost a minute, just staring at him with ice cold blue eyes.]

"I wonder if Joanna has the kind of spunk you do. I hope she does. I like it when they fight back."

You son of a bitch. [McCoy growled as he tried jerking his torso sharply, another fruitless attempt to knock Kirk off.]

God damnit Jim, weren't we ever friends? [He hissed, trying to find something in Kirk's face.] The shuttle, Academy- Christ, the meld during the bodyswap- anything

[Kirk gave him a look like he'd lost his mind.]

"What mind meld?"

[And because you know, he had to get some torturing in during all this, he sliced open the bruise forming on McCoy's chin from when he'd smacked him with the phaser earlier.]

"Why would I ever be friends with such a pathetic mess like you?"

[McCoy said nothing on the meld, glaring past Kirk's ear to the ceiling. He hissed at the knife but kept his eyes trained forward rather than looking at the face of his best friend twisted the way it was.]

Because you were a god damned pathetic mess too that day on the shuttle.

[That got McCoy a fist to the side of the head and then the tip of that knife barely a centimeter away from his left iris.]

"You look at me when I'm talking to you. Understand?"

[McCoy grimaced but looked back up at Kirk venomously.]

Aye Captain. [He said with as much sarcasm as he could muster in the muttering.]

"Your tone leaves something to be desired but..." [Kirk shrugged a little bit and sat up slightly.]

"Tell me more about this mind meld. And hell, this magical shuttle ride you're so fixated on."

Go to hell. [McCoy repeated, something like a second wind making it easy to ignore his hand as he jerked his arm.] I'm not going to chit chat about Jim with his batshit doppleganger.

"Yeah, he sounds pretty boring anyway." [Kirk agreed, wrinkling his nose a little bit as he leaned to one side... and stuck the knife clean though the muscle on McCoy's bicep. Just because he could.]

[McCoy couldn't help a shout this time, barely stopping himself from trying to jerk to the side and make it worse. He took severl deep breaths before responding through gritted teeth.] He's a good man.

[Kirk had to admire the doctor's strength for a moment. Usually people twitched more, which made it less fun for him cause they tended to die faster. He looked at McCoy in something like astonishment before adding,]

"Do you still see him when you look at me? Do you honestly think this is just some kind of spell and he's gonna snap out of it at any moment and kiss all your owies better?"

[He paused for a moment, to rip the knife of out of McCoy's arm and sink the blade into another patch of flesh a few inches down.]

"That could be true but you're still missing the point."

Edited 2010-01-11 16:53 (UTC)

No, I see a god damned child with a dangerous toy. [McCoy shot back, somewhat of a lie since he couldn't look up at him too long before he started searching for something like his Jim in there, even if it was increasingly hopeless.] Son of a- [He hissed, biting the inside of his mouth hard enough to bleed.]

And what's 'the point?' [He gritted out after a long moment.]

"The point is, I hope that you see him again. I really do." [He reached down and pressed the pad of his thumb against McCoy's lip, wiping away the little bubble of blood there. Like a total creep.]

"If you think I'm such a child, why aren't you trying to stop me?"

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