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[Spam for Jim]

McCoy still didn't like the deck, but he was starting to reach an uneasy understanding with it. He'd done a lot of work with trying to over come his discomfort with space travel and space itself since he'd started at Starfleet, especially after he realized he was probably going to be talked into actually serving on a ship by Jim, rather than staying planetside somewhere to work in a clinic or lab, and so even if it was still weird as hell to step out and see nothing but stars and blackness, he didn't have to consciously fight back extreme panic every time he went up above deck.

So, he'd agreed to head up to the pub with Jim, suspicious of the new changes, but not anticipating it being much worse than it already had been, and he followed his friend up the stairs without actually complaining about it.

"I still can't believe you got lost."

[And Public, a while after the Spam:]

The Doctor's right, the deck isn't safe. It felt like something was trying to pull us over.

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"You didn't see her." [Alright so it was stupid but he was a little buzzed and the girl had been cute and one thing led to another and he didn't recognize the alley he was in. If they'd been planetside with Enterprise it wouldn't have been a big deal. Scotty could find him anywhere.]

"... this ship is getting creepier every day." [Stating the obvious but it was the first time he'd seen the deck since returning to the Barge.]

"Yeah. I guess it's too much to ask for this all to just go away-" [He froze for a second, glancing over his shoulder. This whole 'constantly feeling like you were being watched' thing was really fucking getting on his nerves.] "Quietly."

"Yeah." [Jim agreed quietly, glancing around for a moment and then back at Bones.] "C'mon, let's go drink."

"Yeah." [Booze solves all problems, clearly. He went to follow Jim, but half a step later, he froze. He felt weird, like something was trying to- He tried to shake it off, staring at the railing.] "Do you feel that?"

[Jim rolled his shoulders absentmindedly. He felt something watching him or staring or maybe there was just some creep roaming around now. Whatever the reason, he didn't care much for it, but he was better at hiding it than perhaps Bones was. It helped having lived here for basically two years.]

"It's nothing, Bones. It's all in our heads. Okay?"

"No, it's not." [Something wanted him to get closer to the deck railing, and it wanted him there right now, and he was pretty absolutely fucking sure whatever it was, it wasn't friendly. The feeling was only getting worse the longer he stood there.] "Jim, there's something- You don't feel that?"

"Someone staring at us? Yeah, I feel it. But it's nothing. Just ignore it."

"No. It's something else, like something's trying to-" [He swallowed thickly.] "Like something's trying to pull us over the side. Or wants to. Jim, c'mon, let's go, I don't like this."

"It's nothing, Bones." [He clapped a hand on McCoy's shoulder and started tugging him towards the railing. Because exposure therapy works great.] "It's all in your head, okay?"

[He shook him off, refusing to budge. Exposure therapy is fucking terrible.] "Jim, stop it! Let's just go."

[Okay, that.. was a stronger reaction than Jim had been expecting. Whether McCoy's paranoia was starting to affect him or if he was really starting to feel it himself, he couldn't say. But Jim shivered anyway and held out a cautious hand again.]

"Okay. I'm sorry. We'll go back below deck, okay? Forget the drink. I'll make you moonshine or something."

[He was shaking slightly, but he didn't shy away from him this time.] "I'm not being paranoid, Jim. There is something there and it wants- God fucking damn it."

"It's nothing." [Jim repeated, with some less conviction than before but damn it all, he was going to prove a point about this. The Admiral or whoever the fuck it was could play all the tricks he wanted with people's mind but it didn't make any of this crap real.

Jim squeezed his shoulder lightly before letting go again. Rolling his shoulders again, like he was trying to shake someone's hand off of him, though he'd never admit to that, not to a panicking McCoy, Jim took a couple steps towards the railing.

Which really did nothing for the bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, which was kind of a surprising consequence.]

"See? I'm fine." [He was also a solid three feet away from said railing and was twitching a little bit, still trying to subtly brush the feeling off.]

[That did absolutely nothing to reassure him. The panic he'd already been feeling skyrocketed, but it morphed into overprotectiveness and McCoy shot forward, grabbing Jim's arm, quickly trying to drag him back away from the railing.]

"Don't you fucking dare, you stupid bastard!" [He was holding his arm tightly, shaking, accent more pronounced when he started yelling, dragging him over so he could glare at him properly.] "I might not know what the fuck is going on here, Jim, but I'm not losing you over you trying to make a goddamn point!"

Edited 2011-10-28 03:00 (UTC)

[He was totally going to have bruises from this. Jim gripped McCoy's shoulder again, half to help his friend and half to give himself something to hold on to.] "Bones, this is just like the shuttles, okay? Just ignore it and it won't bother you anymore."

[He shook his head, trying to bite back the panic and not quite succeeding. It was too late to just ignore it, and he wanted to get out of here. Now.] "I'm gonna throw up."

"Okay." [In any other circumstance, Kirk would've jokingly suggested doing it over the railing. Right now, it might get him thrown over it instead, so he nodded slightly, and started slowly guiding McCoy back towards the stairwell.] "If you make it to the stairs without throwing up on me, I'll let you stick me with as needles as you want."

Edited 2011-10-28 03:16 (UTC)

[He managed something that might have been a strangled laugh, but he just kept focused on getting off the deck as fast as possible, still holding on to Jim.

He did actually make it to the top of the stairs though, before turning away from Jim and vomiting. He straightened slowly and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, not looking back over at Kirk.]

"Sorry."

[Shit that was gross. But it was better than doing it on him, so Kirk didn't complain much.]

"I shouldn't have pushed you on this. It's my fault. Let's go get you cleaned up, okay?"

"Sure." [He was still shaky, and he really just wanted to get stupidly drunk and forget about all this, but he was pretty sure he wasn't going to throw up again or totally freak out now that they were heading back below deck and to relative safety.]

[Jim kept a lose hand on McCoy's shoulder, guiding him back to his own room instead of the doctor's.] "How you doing now, Bones?"

"I hate this goddamn boat." [It was a grumbled admission, and he didn't bother asking why they were heading back to Jim's room and not his.]

"Yeah, it's pretty shitty." [Kirk let him into his room, pushing him towards the bathroom lightly.] "I'm sorry you're here because of me."

[McCoy stopped and stared at him seriously for a few seconds.] "I'm not going anywhere."

"I know. I'm just... sorry you have to deal with this place because I'm an idiot."

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