.029 - operation Get Chekov Trashed, go!

[captain_jtkirk]

It seems as though more and more of my crew are joining me here. It warms my heart, it really does.

Bones, Chekov, let's give Uhura a tour of the pub. Tomorrow night better work for everyone.

And I'll make that an order if you start whining, Lieutenant, so save your breath.

Shego, you can come too and I don't know, sip ginger ale. You too, T'Pol. For old time's sake.

[ooc: This is forward dated until at least after Chekov is back for realz. I just got excited. :c]

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[Kirk doesn't really say anything in response to that, just stares at his feet for a long moment. Then he looks up at Bones sharply, a determined look in his eye as he reaches out and grabs McCoy by the neck of the neck.

And then he just goes for it, and kisses him.]

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[McCoy was damn well ready to jerk Kirk's head up and get some damned eye contact going when Captain finally looked up, the determination throwing McCoy for a loop. He began to ask what the hell Kirk was up to when he found out.

His eyes went wide, pure shock for a moment before he hesitantly placed a hand on Jim's collar and kissed back, pulling away after only a moment but keeping his hand firm. He stared at Jim, licking his lips unconsciously before speaking.] You're serious- you're actually serious.

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"Bones, this might come as another shock but I'm actually serious from time to time."

[Jim gives him a one shouldered shrug, and what can only be described as a self conscious smile.]

"Like that bit about Treadway and Joanna? Totally my dream."

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[McCoy huffs out a laugh, quirking his brow.] You realize neither of us are drunk at the moment either. [He wasn't sure he could believe it so easily, even with the mind meld because Jim was Jim he had commitment issues that made psychologist salivate.]

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"Yeah, I mean..." [Jim pauses, pushing his lips to one corner of his mouth to the other, back and forth a few times as he thinks. "It doesn't have to be a big deal, does it? Cause we're best friends, you know and I like that part a lot."

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Maybe you're right and I do too, but I'm not a 'flavor of the week' Jim. [McCoy mutters, staring at him again. Space birth and the kid gets blue eyes that he still can't quite read.] I'm an old fashioned doctor who's been too old for half the shit you put me through since before I met you.

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"You're not really that old. You're like, what? Six years older than me? That's nothing. Fifty something like the Admiral is old. You're not even graying yet. I think Scotty's even older than you."

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Maybe I'm ust calling you juvenile. There's an old expression, 'if the shoe fits.' [McCoy retorts.]

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"I don't really like that shoe," [Kirk says, running his thumb in a circle along the side of McCoy's neck.] "Buy me a better one."

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Brat. [McCoy rolls his eyes.] This is probably a terrible idea. [He presses his lips to Kirk's anyway, because they had probably crossed the point of no return anyway and at least this will shut Jim up.]

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[Jim smiles a little bit against the doctor's lips, pulling him in closer and giving him one of the best James T. Kirk kisses that he's given out.]

"Bones, when are you gonna learn that all of my ideas are good ones?"

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[By the time he pulls back there's a bit of color on him.] When hell freezes over. [His words are a little breathless- damnit.] Cocky son of a bitch.

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[Kirk just looks smug. Smug and thoroughly kissed and like he knows he's got this one in the bag.]

"You're not very optimistic for hell's chances, are you?"

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[McCoy rolls his eyes. Smug bastard.] You've really honed that interpretive hearing of yours.

[He places a hand on Kirk's chest and pushes him back lightly.] I have to go make rounds. Why don't you go sleep, or maybe check on that inmate of yours- I'd hate to hear you did something productive. [He says sardonically.]

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[Kirk gives him a pout, just for a few seconds. He's sort of got the feeling that he's being pushed away and not just because Bones has to work and he'll let it happen. Just this one time.]

"You're going tomorrow night. To drink with us. Consider that an order from your captain."

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[McCoy gives him a look but buckles with a sigh and a wave.] Yeah alright, you win Jim. When do you want me there?

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"I dunno, eight-ish? You think that'll work with Chekov's bedtime okay?"

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I'm not the kid's babysitter- that's your job I hate to break it to you. [McCoy answers with a quirked brow.]

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"Actually, I think it's Spock's." [Jim takes a minute to think about this, before he shrugs. He plants a kiss on Bones and reaches around the doctor to slap his ass.]

"Have fun working, honey."

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If you haven't noticed- [He began before getting interrupted of course. He gives a slightly undignified noise at Kirk's action.]

Damnit Jim. [He stalks to the door, pulling Kirk with him as he opens it. He glances around the sick bay a moment before turning kissing Jim, hard, and pulling away.] Stay out of trouble for once. [He turns and heads off to check on Pavi behind the curtain first.]