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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[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?"

I'm pretty damned sure I don't want to know your reasoning. [McCoy jerked his head to the side sharply, away from Kirk's total creep.]

And give you the satisfaction of a fight? [McCoy glowered, shifting his unwounded arm slightly as a test. It had less to do with that and more to do with opportunity, something he hadn't had a lot of between Kirk's phaser and knife. If he could somehow get the man's phaser, maybe lull him into a false sense of security some way, he could stun him then- then what? Drag him out and keep him sedated?

It wasn't a dream of an idea but it was better than the piercing pain up his arm repeating any further. If he could fake passing out he might be able to get Jim- Kirk - off of him.]

[Kirk wiped the blood on McCoy's shirt, considering the person he was sitting on top of. It wasn't any fun to kill someone who didn't even care to fight back. And he really wanted to drag this out for as long as he could, both to satisfy his hatred for his McCoy and to make this doctor flinch every time he saw his captain, if they reunited.]

"You're ruining the game, McCoy. At least try to play along instead of being such a coward. You're letting your Captain down. You're letting little Joanna down."

Edited 2010-01-12 02:44 (UTC)

[McCoy clenched his jaw, the anger in his face draining as he forced himself relax. He held that for several moments, long enough to seem like he had given up under the taunts. He took one more long breath before jerking to the side with all the strength he could muster to try and throw Kirk off.

His rolled on his injured arm, leaving his unwounded hand to try and tackle Jim back, going for the phaser at his belt.]

[Despite the repeated taunts, Kirk hadn't been expecting it when McCoy sprung into action. He really thought the doctor was going to lie there and take it like the little bitch he was.

The phaser was ripped out of its place on his belt before he could stop it but Kirk still had the knife held tightly in one hand, even as the doctor landed on top of him.]

"Bravo. Now what are you doing with me?"

[McCoy held the phaser to Kirk's head, staring for a murky moment when the phaser didn't click to stun. He had only seen something like this once before.

He laughed breathily.] You gave her one that could only kill. You sick son of a bitch.

[Kirk laughed right back at him, so amused by the fact that McCoy couldn't kill him. Where his doctor wouldn't even hesitate, this one couldn't even think of pulling the trigger.]

"Does it surprise you that she refused to use it?"

[He moved quickly, thrusting up with that knife in his hand, driving it home deep into McCoy's gut.]

[McCoy stared down at him a long moment, phaser still in hand, finger still right there on the trigger. It wasn't a question, he knew he couldn't do it, Kirk knew he couldn't, he wasn't a god damned killer and it was right there in the open.

He let the phaser drop next to Kirk's head, eyes turning to Jim's knife buried in his gut as if he were watching the scene from a distance. He pulled back, away from Kirk, back hitting the desk as he covered the wound with his good hand.]

So that- [He looked back over to Kirk, struggling.] Going to kill me Kirk?

"You are such a drama queen."

[Kirk stuck the knife back in its place on his belt as he climbed to his feet, collecting the phaser off the ground as well, to be safe. Though considering where he'd stabbed McCoy, he was going to be unconscious soon from blood loss.]

"Take a nap. You'll feel better after."

Bastard. [McCoy shuddered, silently going through blood loss and shock in his mind, cases he had seen as early as med school. You'd think in the future people wouldn't use knives as much in crime but they always did, some primitive urge he used to think. The first he had seen anything so bloody had been glass though, smashed windows in a shuttle crash, twisted metal and blue lipped bodies and hours in the ER assisting. A testament to their 'technological progress.'

Yeah, he was drifting, the blood already spilled from his arm was making quick work of it. And here he was in Jim's room, practically his 'second home' considering how many nights he spent there. He glanced back over to Kirk, wanted to say something bitter or biting or maybe imploring in some last ditch effort to make the whole thing make sense but he closed his eyes instead and drifted off completelya few minutes later.]

[Kirk waited until the doctor passed out, standing there and watching silently for those few minutes before he turned to get the doctor's pack. He dumped everything out of it, stealing the hyposprays for good measure and breaking a few vials so they couldn't be used against him.

Then he came across his prize. The dermal regenerator that McCoy had recently gotten for Christmas.

He flipped it on and crouched down in front of McCoy, holding the device over the stab wound in his gut. The other wounds he was going to leave. He just wanted McCoy alive. Comfort had nothing to do with it.]

"Wakey, wakey, doctor."

Edited 2010-01-12 07:43 (UTC)

[McCoy groaned as he came to, disoriented as he blinked to awareness. He wondered briefly why he was on the floor, looking to Kirk in confusion for a split second before he pressed his injured hand on the floor to try and push himself straight. He grimaced, pulling his hand up and glowering at Kirk.

That was until he realized something was off. The pain in his arm was still there, making it difficult to move the limb but his stomach, the stab wound was replaced with the tell tale itch of regenerated cells. He glanced down, running his fingertips over the tear in his uniform where the injury should have been. Sore but mostly gone, on it's way to healing to little more than a shallow cut.

He looked back over to Kirk, stomach sinking at who the man still was as he attempted to get to his feet.]

Never a dull moment, I said. [He muttered, more to himself before speaking more clearly.] Why did you- [He trailed off. He wasn't sure he wanted to know Kirk's plans.]

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