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.026 - Kirk is a five year old.

Why thank you for my tribble, Admiral. And you too, dear Inmate for suggesting it.

I think I shall name it Spock.

[ooc; No, it hasn't been fed yet. BUT SOMEDAY in the future... tribble invasion. c:]

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"Don't say that because I really will kill myself if I meet another one of my doppelgangers."

[He pulls away from Bones finally, if only because he feels like he's moving past unmanly into something else entirely.]

Try to keep the murder suicides to a minimum. Anyway at this rate mine will be next. [He doesn't sound thrilled at that prospect. He watches Jim pull away, hand raising to pat Jim's arm awkwardly before turning his head.] So how's that headache?

[Jim arches his eyebrow a little bit at the arm pat, filing it away for later inspection.]

"It's just a tension headache, doctor. It'll go away when I'm not tense anymore."

I'm half expecting a dirty joke at that comment. [He crosses his arms, doctor mode, and looks back.] I'd offer to give you something for the immediate but god knows you'll just whine about it.

"Your suggestion, not mine." [Kirk retorts in an innocent voice, like it wasn't all his fault that Bones automatically thought something dirty to half of his remarks.]

"I promise not to whine if you give me the dirty stuff right now."

That's funny, I don't remember ever having to write 'blowjob' on my prescription pad before. [Bones retorts.]

"There's a first time for everything." [Jim says in that sugary sweet tone.] "Do you even have a prescription pad? Like a real one?"

How do the masses resist you Jim. [He rolls his eyes in bemusement. ]I used to. Not much use for one when you're flying around on a space ship.

"So how would you even write a prescription for a blowjob if you don't have a pad? Wouldn't it just be your professional doctor opinion? Use some of those field skills, Bones."

'Field skills' of that nature are usually reserved for night walkers Jim.

"And you're a doctor, not a prostitute, I know."

The fact I've had to say that more than once is damn sad fact.

"I disagree."

[Jim smiles at him innocently for a few moments, before he moves to sprawl out on his bed.]

"We're good, right? You should yell now before my head feels more like exploding."

You would.

[He raises his brow, crossing his arms.] I should be asking that Jim. Do you believe me when I say I'm not going to just abandon you yet?

"I want to." [He says quietly.] "I have some pretty shitty luck in that area."

[McCoy sighs, walking over to the bed.] This isn't about Delta Vega is it?

"No, I probably would've done the same thing in his position," [he admits quietly, trusting that Bones won't pass that information on to Spock when they see him next.]

"I just... my mom never stuck around for very long when I was kid and Sam left when I was eight and I just.. expect it from everyone now. S'easier that way."

[Bones sits on the edge of the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose.] Considering I manage to fail everyone I give a damn about you'd think this would have crumbled years ago. [He says dryly, lowering his hand and looks to Kirk.]

I'm not going anywhere Jim. [He says very plaintively.] I don't know how I can prove it but there it is.

"Hey. Bones, you are the best damn doctor in the history of forever. So long as you keep caring about people, and keep saving them and fixing them or even just trying to, you're never going to fail them. Got it?

You keep being Bones for me, and I don't care who you wanna be friends with."

[Bones snorted at the word choice- the 'history of forever'- more in amusement than anything else.] Yeah Jim, I can do that for you.

You know you have a lot of optimism when it comes to other people but not nearly enough for yourself- which is saying something considering that ego of yours.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Bones." [He's shutting down on Bones just a little bit, cutting off this open discussion of his faults.]

"My ego is very healthy."

[McCoy shoves Kirk's shoulder lightly.] Of course you don't- and your ego should have it's own Federation number.

[He pauses a moment, glancing at the bed and room with a raised brow.] Tell me why we don't crash in your room- besides the occasional angry mob that comes knocking. You nearly have your own damned suite.

"Cause the awesome raw power of being captain confuses you?" [Jim suggests with a smirk.]

"Hell if I know, Bones. I like my quarters. My bed, for example, isn't tiny."

My bed isn't tiny- yours is just unnecessary. [Bones points out.]

[Jim just gives Bones a look, smiling in that way that says he's thinking about sex and he's not making any attempt to hide it.]

"Wanna find out?"

.026 - Kirk is a five year old.

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