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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[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] 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. :|