captain_jtkirk | .054 - brain cancer ahoy

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.054 - brain cancer ahoy

Bones, your stupid pills aren't doing anything. And I'm being mature and telling you about my physical ails as it's happening.

So fix it.

Please.

[Private to Uhura]

Do you know how to bake?

[Private to Shego AGAIN]

Seriously just give me some sign that you're still alive. That's all I want.

[ooc; Kirk has this because of T'Pol mad scientist attempt at mind melding during the flood. Thanks bitch, you gave him Vulcan AIDS.]

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[See Bones. See. She can manage just fine, because she's here and she didn't throw up. Awesome. Don't mind her knocking at the door. Quit bitching about the space AIDs.]

No. [McCoy gave him a look before heading to the door and opening it. He frowned, moving aside for her to enter.] God damnit T'Pol, you look like hell. [He said, going for his scanner.]

"S'prolly all the guilt from tryin' to destroy my brain." [Kirk slurred from his spot on the bed.] "Tell me you can fix it and I'll let you share the bed."

I am not capable of feeling guilt. [Which was bullshit, but an awesome defense mechanism. And unless that scanner is for her to check out his brain, she don't want it.]

It's Pa'nar Syndrome. In Vulcans, it is easily cured. [Okay she needs to sit. Chair. Chair now oh there's a chair. Sitting next to the bed, T'Pol pauses a moment before lifting a hand for Bones' scanner.] I don't know if there will be differences in human neurology. [How she gets this out without sounding like a frog is kind of epic.]

If you're not busy offering my bed maybe you can try keeping still and listening to her. [McCoy said, turning the scanner to T'Pol to... well, scan her. He frowned, obviously not liking what he was seeing.]

Well, what do you need to treat it in Vulcans? [He asked, handing her the scanner.]

"Bullshit you can't feel guilt." [He'd been mind melded by a Spock before. And he got a whole mess of emotions out of the deal that he kind of didn't want at all. So yeah. He knew.

But Jim stayed pretty much still and patient while he waited for T'Pol to declare that he'd live. Or else he really would slap her.]

[He already punched her. ENOUGH MANHANDLING. T'Pol wiped the scans he'd taken of her without an upward glance and held it up to Kirk's head, studying the details.] It's accelerated. Much faster than in Vulcans.

[She hesitates a moment before lowering the scanner to her lap, looking a little uncertain. Just a little. Because that's totally another emotion she doesn't have. SHUT UP KIRK.] It is cured with a proper mindmeld.

[Totally not comfortable with that right now.]

[McCoy ran his hand over his mouth, eyes moving from Kirk to T'Pol as he regarded her closely.] Should I get Spock? [He asked, watching her reaction carefully. It was half out of concern for the Vulcan and half out of concern for Kirk- if T'Pol wasn't at her best then he didn't want her rooting around Jim's head.]

"You are not touching my head again if you're having any doubts and don't give me that Vulcan crap that you don't have them." [Kirk said firmly.]

[She probably shouldn't mention that her human captain had to guide her through her first mind meld, huh. For a moment, she looked down at the scans before drawing a slow, steadying breath.]

It is degenerative. I am sure of that; I see no reason for the process to be any different for a human. And I do not believe Spock has first hand experience with the disease. [Mindmelds should be in vogue in their time. Lucky fucks. She lifted her right hand toward his face, hovering.] If you'll permit me?

[McCoy frowned, staring a moment before looking to Kirk.] She has a point a Jim. [In the end it was Kirk's choice, McCoy's trust in T'Pol meant little.]

[Kirk stared at her for a long moment.] "If you screw up my head any more than you already have, I will punch you again, even though I told Sam I wouldn't and that's a promise."

[Ff. She inclined her head and leaned forward, very gently placing her fingers against the katric points. For a moment, she held it back, getting herself under control first.]

My mind to your mind. Our minds are merging, [She made the connection almost delicately.] Our minds are one.

[She could remember the sensation of T'Pau conducting the meld that cured her, like a weight being lifted from her mind. There was nothing specific, nothing that needed real fixing - a properly guided meld fixed the imbalance on its own. But there isn't really a meld without sharing, so T'Pol sent her wordless apologies along that link, things she couldn't really say outside of a meld. It was delicately done, for fear of somehow hurting him, but when she broke the connection, he was Syndrome free. Lucky bastard only had it a few days.]

[McCoy watched the whole thing with a furrowed brow. He knew eough about mind melds now, both from being in T'Pol's body and from her mirror counterpart, that it wasn't as alarming an idea as it would have been in the past. When she was through he looked between them, waiting for some indication it had been successful.]

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[Fuck you. He shouldn't have had it in the first place. HE'S NOT VULCAN.

But yeah. He was cured. Almost suspiciously fast because that was a pretty gnarly headache that he'd had and now it was just... gone. Along with some apologies from T'Pol, which yeah, he accepted. He got cranky when he was in pain. Who didn't?]

"Thank you," [he said quietly as he moved to sit up.] "You can lie down if you want now."

[She inclined her head slightly, though that kind of made it pound, and handed the scanner back to Bones.] I would prefer to return to the infirmary. [Cause she's really fucking tired.]

Well if you are you're not going back alone. [He said as he took the scanner and put it away. He turned and placed a hand on her arm, the pretense to helping her up.] T'Pol, you're exhausted, you haven't been able to hold down food and your stress levels are through the roof. Is there something you should be telling me or do I need to play more guessing games?

"You should both go back." [Since you know, Kirk had dragged Bones away from working in the first place and oh yeah, he didn't want anything to do with the Infirmary for a while. Now that he could think, he'd much rather lie around and do nothing but a little mindless Vulcan level calculus.]

"I'm fine. I promise."

[If she was grateful for the hand on her arm, she isn't saying anything. T'Pol spared a glance for him and Kirk as she stood, mostly steady.]

I will be fine. [Probably once she can start eating again. They can go a while without food and water, which is awesome, except she wasn't eating much during the flood, either.]

Yeah, that's all I hear. [McCoy muttered, continuing to stay by her side as a support for standing and walking, even as he bitched.] 'I'm fine Bones,' 'I'm fine Doctor.' Lord knows we can't admit otherwise, that would make my job too damn easy.

[He huffed.] Well come on T'Pol, back to the infirmary. You need some rest- that goes for you too. [He shot a glance to Kirk.] Rest. I'll be back soon.

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[Kirk waved a hand dismissively.] "I won't even leave the bed, doctor. Not even to eat or go to the bathroom or to even find my PADD to contact you if something else goes wrong."

[T'Pol arched a vague eyebrow at Jim, moving toward the door. If she felt shaky - and she did - she wasn't showing it.] That would be illogical, captain. [She didn't need t o point out that he would have died if he hadn't said anything about this.]

[Jim got A Look for his comment, eyes rolling as he helped T'Pol to the door.] Illogical and irritating, right up Jim's alley.

"I'm gonna pound out Morse code against the wall. I got it covered." [Jim assured them with a smirk.]

[Yup. Irritating. T'Pol arches one last eyebrow at him before heading back out the door. Seriously getting back to sickbay before she looses control of her stomach would be awesome.]

.054 - brain cancer ahoy

[spam] quit yer whining she sucked it up for four years. 8|

[spam] Jim's a big baby

[spam] BRAIN AIDS, ASSHOLES.

[spam] CRY MORE, TWAT WAFFLE.

[spam] LMAO yeah twat waffle.

[spam] you two can go fuck yourselves.

[spam] don't be a cuntmuffin.

[spam] come on t'pol, t'mar has a school play. or something illogical

[spam] have fun with your bastard

[spam] don't you talk about our halfbreeds like that

[spam] yeah, she's a adorable little hobgoblin

[spam] she should be mercy killed

[spam] /cue bloody vulcan raeg

[spam] gdi, now look what you did. if she mind rapes you I'm not fixig it

[spam] you're a jerk

[spam]still raeging you punk

[spam] I'm sure cuntmuffin is a term of endearment ok. like hobgoblin

[spam] shut up hobgoblin before I endearly punch you in the face

[spam] oh was that a punch. It felt like a pat.

[spam] this is not teaching manners and tolerance to T'Mar.

[spam] good. she should be a hooligen

[spam] ...if she takes after you, she's moving to Vulcan.

[spam] ...if she takes after Jim I'm fake divorcing you.

[spam] she's going to take after me

[spam] I hope you aren't implying what I t hink you're implying.

[spam] no, you have standards

[spam] yes. accents.

[spam] do vulcans even have accents? boring

[spam] No. that would be silly.

[spam] You're so jealous

[spam] ...a little. maybe.

[spam] It's ok, we all can't be cool :[ like me

[spam] we can't all have an ego, either

[spam] bullshit, you're a bunch of proud elves.

[spam] you racist bastard, I'm telling santa not to bring you anything.

[spam] just because you're an elf doesn't mean you have it in with santa :|

[spam] yes. yes I do. I'm the head elf. Suck it. :|