captain_jtkirk | .027 - whiny mcwhinypants

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?

"Yeah. Brain damage bad. Tell you to stop if it gets to be too much." [Kirk nods a little bit under the hand on his face.] "C'mon, let's take this Vulcan body for a spin."

You're a pain in the ass. [He informed Jim, closing his eyes again. It was more like a pull than a push, Jim's attitude and acceptance making it all the easier to form some sort thin connection. He could almost imagine Spock's disapproving gaze at playing around with the mighty Vulcan voodoo, and it was on that thought he sort of... fell.

It was a strange sensation, like a rush of thoughts and feelings and god knew what else making it hard to breath. Then suddenly he was Kirk and Kirk was him and everything made perfect sense. As quickly as it came he lost it, going too far, too fast, and he pulled back- jerked almost, nearly toppling off the bed when he finally pulled his hand away and was fully and completely himself. It was almost lonely.

He stared for a few moments, at T'Pol's hand then Jim, then the hand again.] Jesus. [He muttered a little breathlessly, closing his eyes.]

[Jim sort of knew what to expect this time, given his previous experience with the old Spock's mind meld. And that made it easier for him to give his mind up to this Vulcan's touch and not freak out as badly.

Though.

He really wasn't expecting the depth of the emotions that he got from Bones. Emotional transference was to be expected, he knew that.

But.

Bones cared about him. He cared a lot.

He stared back at Bones before he finally said,]

"That was way better the second time."

[Bones laughed, maybe some emotion of Kirk's that had bleed into him find it's way out. It took him a while to speak, trying to use T'Pol's guidance to calm his nerves and the onslaught that meld had brought. Fucking Vulcans.]

Jim Jesus you- [He paused, running his hands through T'Pol's hair.] Lord I was you. [He let that sink in for a moment, still obviously grappling with it when he spoke again, no bite to the words.] You- you're a damned idiot.

[Jim reached over, placing his hand on top of one of the Vulcan's, just trying to be comforting because he also knew how incredibly confusing your first mind meld could be.]

"Thanks Bones, but some people call that being a genius."

[Bones shivered, frowning because hell, that felt really good and it was just his damned hand.] That- space should have been our first priority.

.027 - whiny mcwhinypants

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