B.Y.O.T.

[asouthron]

Characters: Leonard McCoy asouthron and Jim Kirk jirk
Date: 13th; early afternoon
Location: Water Sector, and then one of their apartments? Bow chicka wow wow
Situation: McCoy has just arrived and he's brought along some serious troubles.
Warnings/Rating: IDK, McCoy swears like a sailor and Jim isn't much better. So there's that. PROLLY GONNA BE SPOILERS FOR INTO DARKNESS.


After his surreal communication with Jim, the man had nothing to do but wait. He had to wait for Jim in a strange world that should only exist in a holofantasy. God, how stupid was he? One hit to the head and suddenly he had forgotten the first rule of survival: Don't let Jim come to you. You should go to him. The doctor should have fought it harder, but he had just been so stunned by the entire conversation that the kid had taken advantage of him.

"Damnit!" he huffed under his breath, thumb already pressed against his teeth as he tried not to pace in front of a large fountain and failed spectacularly. He kept his eyes on the horizon, hoping to catch a glimpse of dishwater blond hair any moment. Shockingly, no one else seemed to find his behavior in any way strange. Sure, he got the occasional glance or a shake of the head, but apparently he wasn't some kind of magical oddity among them. For his part, McCoy wasn't sure if that comforted him or made him all the more suspicious. Probably suspicious.

"C'mon, c'mon..." Finally, he took a hard seat on the lip of the fountain at his back when it was clear this wasn't going to be a quick rescue. The doctor took out his communicator, tempted to call him just to make sure he wasn't off on some tangent, but thought better of it. This wasn't some kind of trip where he was free to lollygag to his heart's content. The Captain would be here as soon as he could to pick up one of his stranded crew members. Oh boy, and wasn't that going to be a grand story. McCoy couldn't wait to hear it.

With a heavy sigh, the man dared a glance into his medical case, dreading what he knew already to be lurking in there. Thankfully upon inspection, the furry thing hadn't started to multiply just yet. For now, they were alright. But he certainly couldn't guarantee that for long.

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[asouthron]

"Of course! Yes, at least it wasn't a compound break! At least it didn't need to be amputated! At least you didn't break yer fool neck! Thank you, Jim, for puttin' this into perspective for me!" The doctor barked like an old junkyard dog. "Goddamnit..." McCoy was furious with everyone, but especially himself. The one time he wasn't by Jim's side. If only he'd--Why couldn't he have been kidnapped just a few weeks earlier? All of this could have been healed properly. A knot of guilt and impotence was beginning to turn his stomach into a battlefield.

"Everythin's aligned perfectly..." Which was a miracle in and of itself with the level of technology going on around here. The more McCoy learned about this mysterious miracle doctor, the more he wanted to meet her. "If it wasn't yer damn bone I could heal it, but even still... With those metal plates, the bone tissue could grow over it--God what a mess. You are a mess!" Bones accused, waving his hand in the air because he didn't know how else to dispel all this damn anger. "All those burns, where'd--Did you fall in a vat of acid? My God, I understand you actin' a fool when I'm around, but have some blasted sense! I can't put you back together if I'm not around!"

[jirk]

"You've got Soranik Natu to thank for that. She's amazing, Bones." There was genuine admiration in Jim's tone, more than the usual 'and I want to sleep with her' (although that was there too, in varying degrees). "You'll either hate each other or spend thirty six hours straight talking about surgical techniques. Me and Spock can get popcorn, it'll be great. Best entertainment I've had in weeks." He pulled some of that old arrogance up out of the depths to put the shine on those statements, but it didn't stick as well as it used to. It felt like mimicry rather than reality, and he coughed to clear his throat, glanced briefly away.

It wasn't often that Jim could be cowed by anger, he'd grown out of that years ago. And especially not McCoy's anger, the man barked like a bloodhound but Jim knew better. Knew him better. There wasn't any real bite to speak of in any bone of his body. Oh, he wasn't a pushover, but there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his friends.

(Do you even know what friendship is? He'd asked Kyle that question, and he realized now he'd never really known either until he'd met Bones on that shuttlecraft.)

Jim reached out, dropped his hand against McCoy's shoulder and gave him a smile. "Hey. You're here now, right? It's not like you haven't patched up worse. Come on, Bones. Whatever doesn't kill me."