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"Yeah I set real winning examples." [That's sarcasm right back at him with a shit eating grin on top of it.]

"What if you take his face away and then I get to shoot him? I'll put it on the lowest setting. There's a chance he might not even feel it if he's one of those freakish aliens. Is he an alien? I don't know of any face cutting human societies."

Yeah, real proud of it too. [That's an eye roll for that grin.]

[And a sigh.] I don't care if he's a wayward Klingon making cracks about your mother, you're not shooting him unless it's necessary- and punishment isn't necessary. [Kirk gets himself a raised eyebrow.] Don't tell me you go shooting that inmate of yours when he gives you lip.

"I'm pretty sure he'll have a heart attack if he's exposed to our fancy technology." [Kirk rolls his eyes a little bit. He makes the shape of a gun with his fingers and pretends to fire it. He's kind of waving his hand in front of McCoy's face, the result of their close proximity.] "He just calls me creepy nicknames until I threaten to take away his primitive writing crap. I think he's cured."

[McCoy snorts at that, batting Kirk's hand from his face.] Quit it before you poke one of our eyes out. [He shakes his head.] Listen to you, you sound depressed that your inmate doesn't romp about the ship trying to dismember people. If it annoys you so damned much ask for a new inmate. This is a volunteer program basically.

"He gave me this sap speech about how all of his old ones ignored him. I'm also pretty sure that he'll kill himself if I abandon him and that would make me look bad." [He waves his hand in front of McCoy's face just to be annoying before he takes it back.] "I just want something to do. Something exciting. I want off of this ship too. Two months is far too long."

How compassionate of you. [He grabs at Kirk's wrist for that.] If he's rehabilitated he's rehabilitated- who the hell decides on that anyway?

[He pauses a moment before really grabbing Kirk's wrist, scowling at him.] Oh no you don't, I just damned got here. Suck it up for another month or so.

"I don't know. It's probably rigged for all the progress that really happens around here."

[He frowns and tries to pull his wrist out of the other man's grasp.] "I'm talking about shore leave, asshole. And I'm supposed to be the one with abandonment issues."

Well that sounds promising. I'm surprised they didn't give you some troublemaker you could wear down with your pigheadedness.

[He rolls his eyes but lets go.] No, you're the one with wording issues apparently. Forgive me if the idea of sticking around with a glorified version of jack the Ripper while my best friend goes back to throwing himself into danger at every turn isn't very appealing.

[he pauses a moment.] Shore leave? To where, I'm not even sure what dimension we're in anymore.

"I'm sorry was it not implied that I when I return to the Enterprise, you'd be coming with me?" [Jim flicks the side of McCoy's neck for that. Maybe he left him on the Enterprise in the first place but he isn't going to leave Bones here.]

"Who cares where it is? So long as it's somewhere that isn't here. Leave the physics to the Russian kid. He likes that."

Smart ass. [McCoy glanced over at the flick, irritable but mostly appeased.] You're surprised? I half expect you to run back to your one true love when the whim takes you. I can't believe you lasted here for two whole months.

So what, you'll get a few days to romp around wherever the haul us to?

"You know? Sometimes I can't believe that I've made it this long either. Guess this place really is magical, huh?"

[Jim shrugs a little bit.]

"You miss the sunshine and ground beneath your feet and horses and whatever else you have in the south. I know you do. You'd love to get off this thing for a little while too."

Honoring your commitments- watch out Jim, you may be growing up.

[A pause at that then a resigned sigh.] Of course I do. 'Guess everyone gets sick of space and [a vague gesture] water, no matter how space happy they seem.

[Kirk makes a face.] "Yeah. It makes me uncomfortable just thinking about it. I need to start making fart jokes."

[He inspects his hand for a few moments before pointing at McCoy sharply.] "I love space. This isn't space. This is some other weird crap."

[He rolls his eyes.] Spare me, you don't have to prove your immaturity to me Jim.

[And he raises his brow at that pointing.] Space is weird crap. But you're right, I don't know what this is but it isn't anything Starfleet tried to prepare us for.

"I never said I'd make the jokes to i>you, grumpy pants."

[Kirk decides to mess up Bones' perfectly shaped hair, smirking as he does it.] "Much better. Now when you rant and rave, it'll go better with your look."

Oh look, you can be compassionate then.

[Bones tries to bat his hand away, grumbling at the action.] It's not 'ranting and raving' damnit, it's perfectly legitimate concerns any sane person would have- sane being the key word there farm boy. [he announces, tugging a hand through his hair in some poor attempt at fixing the damage.]

"Ouch. Using my childhood against me. You gonna make a crack about my dad next?" [Kirk sticks his tongue out at Bones and messes up his hair again, something he hadn't been planning on before it was necessary now since Iowa was brought into the conversation.]

More your demeanor. [Bones rolls his eyes, trying to push the hand away again as it reeked further damage.] Don't be so touchy- what, you want a different nickname pumpkin?

"Not if you call your kid, pumpkin, no. Give me my own nickname or don't call me anything at all." [Satisfied, he takes his hand back and admires his handiwork for a few moments.] "It's what I did for you."

[Bones couldn't help a snort of laughter at that, shaking his head.] Yeah well Jo hates that nickname too. [He looks over.] 'Jim' isn't good enough anymore huh? How about Tiberius? JT? [He asks sarcastically though amused.]

"Oh god, don't remind me." [Jim flops back on the bed dramatically, even throwing an arm over his eyes.] "What was my mother thinking? She wanted that to be my first name, you know. It was a like a sign." [He'd make a joke here about how she probably hated him except that his relationship with his mother is so strained that it's not funny.]

Woe is you. [He smirks as he tries to fix his damned hair, thank you very much Jim.] I don't know, it's flashy and over the top- kind of fitting.

"What are you-- complimenting my middle name now?" [Jim gives him a weird look for that one. There's no way to salvage Tiberius. It sucks. He would've ended up a nerdy little kid who got the shit kicked out of him if that had been his first name.] "It's old and dated and it doesn't even mean anything cool. And damn Starfleet for using it at every turn, like there's a hundred James Kirks running around and they have to be sure it's me. There isn't and if there was, I'm the only one that matters."

Please, there isn't enough room in the world for the egos of two James Kirks. [He shakes his head.] Yeah yeah, your point is made. That name is basically putting a kick me sign permanently on your back. Your granddad must have had a hell of a time with. [he raises his brow.] Your family have some fascination with old roman generals?

[Kirk throws his hands up.] "I have no idea. That implies having a conversation with them." [Which is hard to do when his dad is dead, his grandparents are dead, he never speaks to his mom anymore and he has no idea where his brother is.]

"Why aren't we making fun of your name? Leonard?"

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