captain_jtkirk

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Well, Flynn's gone. And there's a flood on that makes you people act crazy like usual.

Any of you want a drink? Or a game of chess? Or both?

[Private to McCoy]

Bones, lie to me and say that you're making progress with the brat.

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"I hadn't thought that deeply about it. He's crankier now than before and that's just weird because he calls me a pain in his ass daily."

"So you're actually a good influence on the guy. Maybe stop freaking out about it and appreciate it for what it is?"

Maybe Jim just didn't want to be faced with what life would be like without Bones. "You're doing a lot of talking and not a lot of drinking."

"It's not my fault you're a lousy host. Gimme a drink and I'll drink it, loser."

"You practically live here, you could've helped yourself." Jim got up anyway and went over to get her a glass. It was bourbon for once, in honor of Bones.

"Maybe I just like watching you do stuff for me." She surreptitiously tapped the mattress and Aristotle jumped up, lying down on the warm spot Jim had vacated.

Kirk turned around to see the dog in his place, and he gave them both a dirty look for it. "You shouldn't encourage him to sit on my furniture," he said, maybe a little hypocritically because he usually let Aristotle stay there if he jumped up in the middle of the night. But to get her back for it anyway, when he sat down again, it was on top of her legs.

"Hey-!" She squirmed ineffectually and bent one leg back to shove her heel into his ribs. "God, you're heavy. Get off."

"You didn't say that last night," Kirk shot back at her, laughing a little. "Stop moving or I'll spill the drink on you too."

"Pervert." But she went limp anyway because she figured he'd lose interest once she stopped fighting back.

And she was kind of right. Really, he probably would've spilled the alcohol all over if she'd been fighting him while he moved and he didn't really want to do laundry or sleep in bourbon sheets tonight. Kirk twisted a little and slid most of his weight off her lap, keeping a leg draped over hers.

"Your drink, madam."

"You suck. I'm not tipping you." She took the glass, repositioning herself a little awkwardly so she could prop herself up on one arm and hold her glass in the other. "Cheers."

Kirk clinked his glass against hers, taking a drink. "I'd probably be dead without him. And not even because of the stupid shit that landed me here."

"Guess that's why this flood passed you over," she drawled, then it occurred to her that maybe that was in poor taste. "Sorry."

Kirk hadn't really thought of that either and that wasn't really comforting, that he probably got skipped over for a flood because he'd be dead otherwise.

"It's fine. I just can't even figure out how I managed to stop Nero without him getting me on board."

"I dunno, maybe Other You didn't cheat on your unpronounceable test." As she recalled that was the linchpin in him not being able to board the Enterprise in the first place.

"Doubt it. The other Kirk did too."

"Well, maybe Other Spock thought it was hi-larious and let you onto the Enterprise for laughs. Or you had other friends, I don't know."

"I don't think Spock thinks I'm funny in any universe."

She gave that about three seconds' thought. "No, probably not." She sipped her bourbon.

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