captain_jtkirk | .026 - Kirk is a five year old.

[You can hear his excitement, pretty much bleeding off through the speakers.]

It's exactly like that.

I'm not even sure those things have a working brain you know.

[there's an eye roll and accepting the inevitable somewhere around here.] At least they're good for calming nerves, that's more than I can say for your new pet's namesake.

Who cares, Bones? It's cute.

I still think he'd find it touching.

Yeah, I'm sure he'd be real thrilled about being named after a brainless ball of fur. I personally enjoy the irony.

You know, your sarcasm can 'take the night off'.

And what the hell is that supposed to mean?

I just heard that you and Shego are tag team babysitting me and I neither appreciate it or think it's necessary.

If you're sick of me, I've got other shit to do.

You have got to be kidding me- now you listen here you idiot, if I could get 'sick of you' I would have quit your nonsense about three years back. You went to Shego, don't you turn this around on me in some vague attempt to push your friends away or whatever the hell it is you're up to now.

Yeah, Bones, cause I really wasn't in the mood to be lectured on getting into a fight with the older me.

Which I did by the way. I socked him in the jaw and he punched me right back. It was real fun.

Well I'm glad you look forward to my company so much. You're an idiot Jim, and not for the fight. Hell, I could have seen that one coming a mile away, it's how you cope, by antagonizing everyone around you. Is that what this is about? Didn't get a good enough fight with the older you so you're turning it on me?

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I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

[I don't want to talk about it anymore. Like hell.

For the most part McCoy didn't get angry. Grumpy, sure- irritated, easily, but angry was not at the top of the list. Now though, he was pissed at a certain little shit whose door he was currently glaring down.

He was surprised when the door opened without trouble- leave it to Jim to forget to lock it- and entered, glowering over at the desk and it's occupant.] Are you going to try and run off or can I close the door?

[Jim jumped when Bones appeared, pretty much out of nowhere.]

"What the hell--you look a like Spock right now. In the sense that you're going to try and choke me over a console right now."

[He glanced over at the tribble on his desk.]

"Pet a tribble?"

I only know three Spocks and I'm not thrilled at being compared to any of them. [McCoy answers, shutting the door and ignoring the new 'Spock' in their lives.]

You have a problem with me all the sudden? Then say it. [He says, arms crossed.]

"I really think you need to take a turn with Spock before you blow an aneurysm."

[Jim just gets a sound glare for everything wrong with that sentence. He walks further in, tossing his PADD onto Jim's desk with little regard to it's occupant.]

Believe me Jim, the very fact I haven't keeled over from an ulcer thanks to you is either a testament to my coping ability or a god damned miracle. I'm leaning towards the latter.

"Hey! Bones, you're gonna hit my tribble if you keep that up." [Kirk gives him a glare and scoots the little tribble away from the PADD, smiling when the thing purrs at him.]

"You can't pet him if you keep this up."

[Bones stares at him incredulously.] Unbelievable. One minute you're jumping down my throat about making a sarcastic comment to Shego, the next you're practically cooing at that disturbing thing. Either stop acting like a jack ass or let me check your vitals because I think you have a chemical imbalance all the sudden.

[He pauses before sitting on Jim's bed.] So what happened with older you?

[Jim passes his fingers over the tribble one last time before turning his chair around to face Bones.]

"Nothing. We just traded blows and talked about my family for a while. Then Shego invited me over and I don't know. I decided to bond with my Inmate for a while."

So basically you had to deal with all those damn emotions you normally put on the back burner. [McCoy said, brow raised.]

[Kirk levels him with a hard look, crossing his arms over his chest and slouching further in his chair.]

"Your point?"

Are you alright? [He asked, returning the hard look levelly.]

"I've been better."

[Maybe if he keeps talking in short sentences, Bones will get the hint that he's tired of talking about it.]

I hadn't noticed. [McCoy glowered at him, throwing his hands up.] God damnit Jim, what do you want from me? You go to Shego and you get pissy when you assume I'm sick of you, I come here to clear things up or let you get whatever fight it is out of your system and you close up. [He sighs.] I don't understand what you're going through since that other McCoy apparently had the same damned life as me up until you waltzed in.

"I'm just sick of talking about it, okay? And I'm sick of thinking about it. You ever think about where your life would be if you didn't get divorced? If you and your wife had found a way to make it work? Do you think you would've been happy with Joanna and Jocelyn, being a doctor in Georgia?"

[He sighs, stopping his rant for a half second before he goes right back into it.]

"Because I'm looking at what happens when my dad lives and I am so sick of feeling like it wasn't worth it. It's not even wishful thinking. It actually happened to him. And it sucks. It sucks a lot. I'm so jealous of him sometimes that it feels like I can't breathe and I hate that because my family is a pack of assholes that don't deserve the time of day from me.

So that's what I'm going through. Does that enlighten you at all?"

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