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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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[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!"

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[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."

"Yeah, well." [Herderp, caring about people is hard.] "I'd say be more careful, but I know it'll just go in one ear and out the other."

"Someday, I'll learn. Will you go brush your teeth now please?"

[He just snorts quietly and heads into the bathroom to get cleaned up. He came back out a few minutes later, looking drained but no longer on the verge of or in the middle of a panic attack.]

[Jim kind of feels guilty for it, like he pushed him into it and if he'd been thinking about how much time he was wasting here if Shego really never wanted to listen to him at all, then that was somewhat negated by the fact that Bones was here. And he couldn't just leave him here.]

"What do you wanna do now?"

[He shrugged.] "Don't know. Getting drunk still an option?"

"You sure that's a good idea after nearly having a panic attack on the deck?"

"No. What the hell was that?"

[Something trying to shove them over the edge of the ship. Which had rattled Kirk enough to maybe care a little bit about the stuff happening now, but he didn't say that to Bones.]

"Something that doesn't want us to go up there."

"Well fine, it wins, I'm not going back up there."

[Jim laughed a little bit at that.]

"I might. I want to know what it is."

[Ffff Jim. :|] "Something is trying to pull us off the side of the ship, and you wanna go introduce yourself."

"If I have to sit through it, then yeah, I do."

[He sighed.] "You're an idiot."

[He was suddenly just feeling worn out and tired, and he couldn't think of anything more creative to say then that. Take that as a sign of how shitty he feels right now.]

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