captain_jtkirk | .027 - whiny mcwhinypants

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."

[McCoy willed himself not to begin a scolding on how stupid that was. He was eight, he was troubled from the damned day he was born. He pinched the bridge of his nose and frowned, pulling his hand back. Vulcan hands were way too strange for him.]

It's not much different from some of the dangerous stunts you pull back onboard, though Star Fleet just gives you medals for it.

"Which is just way cooler in the end."

[He pauses for a second, considering and then comes up with this:]

"Can you do a mind meld?"

[He raises his brow at that.] Probably, I'm a hobgoblin now aren't I? [He snorts.] Why?

[Really, Bones should see this coming and if he can't tell by the time Kirk smirks at him, then there's no hope for him.]

"Wanna try it?"

[The eyebrow goes higher, if possible.] Jim are you just naturally nuts or did the other Spock riffling through your brain destroy any sense you had left? I'd probably end up lobotomizing you.

"I bet it's not that hard. And you've never been curious to see what's going through my head?"

[McCoy scowled at him, fingers twitching slightly.] And find out once and for all that you are certifiably insane? Or maybe more about your epic friendship with Spock. [What had T'Pol said? Waves, that was it, oceans and waves and controlling them.] No Jim, it's too risky.

"It'd be real embarrassing if you saw those memories of us braiding each other's hair." [Kirk agrees sarcastically.]

"C'mon, Bones. You only get these chances like once in your whole lifetime. You should seize them."

[McCoy frowned, hesitant before glancing back over.] Why do you want me in your head? You seem pretty content to keep me out of it the rest of the time.

"I dunno. I tell you more stuff then I've really told anyone. And maybe I wanna see what's in your head."

[Bones just watched him a few moments before turning to stare off, the hesitance obvious, though more now at the thought of Jim seeing in his own head. After a long pause he sigh, turning to sit cross legged on the bed, a frown on his face.] Sit across from me and do not tell T'Pol about this, the last thing I need is her throwing a Vulcan fit over the stupidity of this, since I happen to agree with her.

[Jim beams at him immediately, bouncing over to sit crossed legged from his best friend masquerading as a Vulcan.]

"Got it. No telling T'Pol. Captain's honor."

[He a fake salute.]

"And no telling Spock cause then he'll just try to do it all the time."

And if this even begins to look like it could go southward we stop- and you let me, understand? [McCoy glowered at him before he closed his eyes and calmed himself in a way that would probably make Spock proud. It was strange, as much as the body confused him there was a distinct natural instinct that came with it, warring against his very human instincts. He had never seen a mind meld but his hand moved up, touching Jim- the Admiral's- face at certain points.] Do you understand?

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