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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[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.]

[McCoy nearly rolled his eyes again as he helped T'Pol out, even though he couldn't help some feeling of relief. That was probably the most natural he and Jim had interacted since the flood, and he'd be damned if he would admit he was worried it was a permanent damage.]

Thank you. [He said after a few moments, gaze still resolutely ahead.]

[T'Pol nodded, moving along the hall slowly. At least she was still walking on her own.]

I lived with Pa'nar for four years. Your captain's very lucky.

Yeah, he won the damned jack pot. [McCoy muttered, a bit more bitterly than he would have liked before pushing on.] Four years? Jesus T'Pol, you had to have known something was wrong i that head of yours.

[She arched an eyebrow at him without turning her head. That wasn't very fun, that turning thing.] I was well aware. It was not until I met T'Pau that I was aware a cure existed. As I said - he was lucky.

I was under the impression sloppy or forceful melds didn't happen. [At least Spock was pretty righteous about it.]

[Spock didn't live in her time.] That is untrue. [She paused for a moment, unsteady, before continuing.] It was believed that melders made up a minority of the population until six years ago. There was a stigma against melding.

['Melders?' McCoy's brow rose.] I hadn't heard that bit of Vulcan's history. [The again, Vulcans didn't exactly advertise.] You met one of these 'melders?'

I imagine Vulcan society would prefer to forget the last several decades. Administrator V'Las corrupted Surak's teachings to serve his own purposes. [T'Pol pressed her lips together and fell silent for a moment before nodding.]

Enterprise came in contact with a Vulcan ship, ten years ago. They were V'tosh ka'tur.

Even if history is unpleasant, it's better to learn from it then to sweep it under the rug.

[His brow quirked.] V'tosh ka'tur? [Imagine that pronunciation mangled.]

I agree.

[She opened her mouth to correct it and decided against it. Not worth it. Silly human.] Vulcans without logic. They thought it was possible to live their lives embracing emotion.

Vulcans without the hang up on logic? Now that's something I'd like to see. [He paused, remembering his experiences in T'Pol's body and frowned.] On second thought it's better to leave sleeping dogs where they lay.

[He glanced back at T'Pol.] So fell in with the bad crowd did you?

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They are dangerous. [She glanced sharply up at him, reminded of exactly what she told Captain Archer. Just because they eat chicken and smile...She glanced away again, mouth pressed into a thin line.]

I followed advice I should not have. [And was mind raped for her trouble. Awesome.]

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.054 - brain cancer ahoy

[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. :|