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 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.]

"It's lucky for me you had this thing," [Kirk commented, as he turned off the machine and then he more or less shoved McCoy back down to the ground by prodding the wound on his gut with his fingers, making sure it wasn't bleeding anymore. He did the same with the wounds on his arm after that, digging his fingers in as though to prove that he hadn't really healed McCoy.] "It really makes this much more poetic."

[Kirk finished poking and prodding the wounds and he tossed the machine off to the side, uncaring if it broke as he stood to his full height.]

"You owe me now, doctor. I just saved your life."

Get off me. [McCoy snapped, shoving at him roughly when he started prodding the wounds. He glanced at the dermal regenerator, watched him toss it to the side with a crack before Kirk's words drew his eyes again.

McCoy just stared at him after he spoke, brow furrowing in disbelief.] You saved- are you out of your god damned mind? [Of course he was, hadn't everything so far proven that?]

[Kirk just smiled at him, a look that might've been innocent on his counterpart's face but on his, it was just twisted and malicious.]

"You're more useful to me alive and in my debt."

[He shrugged a little bit.]

"And cause you wanted me to kill you and I hate giving people what they want."

Incredible- you're the reason I needed it. [McCoy spat, trying to get up again in sharp, angry movements. He braced himself on the desk, glancing to Kirk.]

What the hell happened to you? [McCoy asked harshly. He couldn't look at that smile too long, it was unsettling.]

"Like I said, I was lucky you had it on you. My McCoy hates using it."

[Kirk tipped head to the side curiously.]

"Pardon?"

'Your McCoy' is a sick bastard. [McCoy straightened, anger shifting more to a weariness.]

How did you get this way- what the hell happened to do this to you? [He said, gesturing at Kirk's blood flecked wrists.] The 'Empire?'

Edited 2010-01-12 19:45 (UTC)

[Kirk had to wonder if he'd knocked the doctor's head exceptionally hard during their little knife fest. Since generally being asked how he'd gotten to be like he was, wasn't really a question that he was used to getting.

Everyone was like this back home. That was just the way of life. And he'd embraced it because it would get what he wanted.

His head tipped further.]

"The Empire doesn't dictate me."

Then what? [McCoy asked, scowl returning.] What 'dictates' a complete disregard for human life?

"What complete disregard? I just saved your ungrateful ass."

Out of the goodness of your heart or because it's advantageous to you?

[Kirk gave him a long look, like he really thought that McCoy was mentally challenged.]

"If you plan on giving me some kind of morality lecture, I'm going to rethink that plan and just kill you and get it over with."

Then answer my question. It wasn't your father's death, unless something there changed too. [He wasn't sure why but he needed to know what it was that snapped.]

"Why don't you tell me what you think happened to me and I'll correct you where you're horribly wrong?" [Kirk suggested, always reluctant to giving up any information about himself.]

"If we have to have this conversation."

[McCoy shifted, suppressing a wince as his arm moved and pressed his back against the wall for support.] If your father died the same way then I'm guessing it was Iowa. [He leveled his gaze with Kirk's.] Maybe Frank.

[Kirk laughed suddenly.]

"You think that Frank killed my dad? I like that you're such a conspiracy theorist. I really do."

[He shook his head slowly.] "It was Nero. Everyone knows that son of a bitch thought he could fight back against the Empire."

He died on the Kelvin too then. [McCoy said, pointedly ignoring the laugh.] I mean Frank and you. What was it Kirk, some survival of the fittest upbringing?

"He hit me. So I killed him."

[McCoy stared a moment before he spoke again.] Out of self defense or vengeance [He said in a tone that wasn't entirely believing.]

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