captain_jtkirk | .027 - whiny mcwhinypants

I'm closeted away as the real world is too fast paced for me now.

Oh shut up will you, and don't do anything stupid.

Will you euthanize me?

It's what you do to old people, right? When they're useless.

[have something very close to a growl.] You-

[and several moments of calming the fuck down. god damn Vulcans. god damn T'Pol and Spock and other Spock- lord] Handle it your damned self.

Okay, pal. Good to know that you won't like me in 25 years.

[McCoy was mad, the kind of 'seeing red' anger he had certainly felt before though never quite as intense. He had always been emotional, hell he wore his heart on his god damned sleeve if someone was clever enough to look for it. For the first time since the destruction of Vulcan McCoy empathized with Spock- though he couldn't help bu be frightened at just how deeply the Vulcan's emotions apparently ran.

He made it to Jim's cabin, barging in to glare at Jim- older Jim- trying to regulate the hot surge of anger. He had to believe despite all this he could never truly hurt Jim, that as a friend and as a god damned doctor he had that control. It didn't stop him from wanting to slap the idiot into next tuesday.]

I need a drink but Vulcan's don't process alcohol the same way. [He growled in T'Pol's voice.]

[Kirk startles a little bit when Bones appears in his room, and really, he should be used to this by now. The doctor does it like every other damn week.]

"... she's hotter than I thought she'd be when she's pissed," [he comments idly.]

[McCoy glowers at him, closing the door behind him and stepping further in with the kind of awkward movement of someone uncomfortable with the body they're in.]

I never thought I'd love the idea of cold, hard logic so much.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

Stop being a jackass for one. [He spat right back.]

"Have you seen me? I'd rather be a Vulcan female a hundred times over."

No Jim, you wouldn't, trust me though apparently that's hard for you to do.

[He takes a moment to collect himself before continuing.] It'll pass, just bitch and bear it.

[Jim scowls at him.]

"... if you really came down here to yell at me in person, you can leave. Cause I'm getting really sick of it. I'm not always wrong or over exaggerating."

[He pauses for half a second.]

"And for another thing, you're sitting there complaining about a change that I actually think would be pretty cool because it's not like you get to experience what being a Vulcan is like every day."

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Pretty cool? Jim this is unnatural. Do you know what Vulcans were like before Surak- which are teachings I haven't had. [He sighs in frustration.]

Fine, you want me to leave? I wanted to make sure you weren't bashing his head into a wall as some twisted form of payback.

"No but I'm thinking about throwing myself down some stairs to see how he holds up."

[Kirk looks like he's close to pouting and asking Bones to stay but he has too much pride to say it.]

"And no, I don't know. But I still think it'd be fun to find out."

[McCoy frowns but steps over, sitting on the edge of the bed in a much more masculine sort of way than meshed with T'Pol's image.] This is a fine mess. Promise me you won't do something stupid please.

"Promise that you'll stop assuming that I'll do something stupid."

Then prove me wrong.

"I thought people were innocent until proven guilty."

It's called precaution when they have your track record. [He pauses, sitting on the edge of Kirk's bed before he raises an eyebrow.] Are you going to be alright?

[Jim gives him a mildly annoyed look.]

"If I'm still like this in a week, I won't be but I've been turned into a five year old, some chess nerd king and I was afraid that a bunch of invisible needles were watching me. All since I've been here. I think I can handle it."

[McCoy closes his eyes for a moment before giving Jim a halfhearted glare.] Considering the last week I think this may be a bit worse than the rest of those.

[Kirk snorts softly.]

"I dunno, I was a pretty terrible five year old."

Since I'm still surprised you made it past the age of seven with your recklessness I'll take your word for it.

"Eight was a bad year. That was the cliff diving car year."

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