TWENTY SIX | VOICE/SPAM

[imaythrowuponyou]

Now that we're back to our regularly scheduled programming, [Har har.] I'll be back in the infirmary in a while. For any new people, I'm Doctor Leonard McCoy. I'm the Chief Medical Officer on board the Starship Enterprise, and I'm head of the infirmary here.

[Private to Arya]

You doing alright?

[Private to Merlin]

Thanks for holding down the fort.

[Spam for Jim]

[Messages sent out, McCoy hesitated before sending another to Jim, because he really didn't know what to say to him. It had been a weird flood, and he wasn't exactly great at articulating stuff like thanks for bugging the hell out of me after I threw up on you in a shuttle because my life would really suck without you.

So, after going back and forth about it for a while longer, he got up and headed down to Jim's room, knocking on the door and waiting for his friend to answer the door.]

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[captain_jtkirk]

[We beloooooong togeeether nooooooooow]

"Hey." [Jim stood up, sure that it was his Bones back because the other one never asked how he was doing.] "I'm alright. You okay?"

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[imaythrowuponyou]

[And now it's in my head, thank you.]

"Fine. Flood's over." [He still felt a little weird, like you always did after this kind of thing with the extra memories jumbling around in your head, but.] "Could do without another panic attack in the near future, though."

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[captain_jtkirk]

[Forever united here somehoooooow]

"Short of a hole being blown in the side of the ship, I think you're alright." [Because you really weren't as bad as the other Bones had been. Not anymore.]

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[imaythrowuponyou]

[Noooo D:

Bones laughed a little, trying not to think too hard about when that had happened back in October before once again kind of trying to figure out what to say about everything.]

"Thanks. For, you know-" [He gestured vaguely, really meaning everything. The panic attack, inserting himself into the doctor's life, dragging him out of his depression hole, all that. It was maybe a little scary to have that much of a reminder thrown about what meeting Jim Kirk had meant for his life at him.]

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[captain_jtkirk]

[That was a little too vague if you asked him.]

"That was nothing. I'm used to it."

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[imaythrowuponyou]

[Damn it, Jim. Feelings are hard for Bones.]

"I meant for the rest of it, too. His life kinda sucked."

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[captain_jtkirk]

"I kinda figure that I'd be dead without you so. We're even."

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[imaythrowuponyou]

"But you would've had cleaner shoes during flight training."

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[captain_jtkirk]

"A small price to pay, Bones."

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[imaythrowuponyou]

"Damn right." [Since you know. Earth might have been destroyed, and McCoy was here for you, anyway.] "You wanna get a drink or something so this doesn't turn into more've a moment than it already is?"

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[captain_jtkirk]

"Only if I'm allowed to give you a long manhug first."

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[imaythrowuponyou]

[McCoy laughed.] "Fine. Come here."

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[captain_jtkirk]

[Jim got up and did just that, moving an around McCoy's shoulders. And then he just held on for a moment.]

"Thanks for everything, Bones."

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[imaythrowuponyou]

[McCoy hugs him back tightly, keeping his voice gruff and teasing even though he's maybe feeling the moment a little.]

"Kinda get the feeling I should be thanking you."

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[captain_jtkirk]

"I don't want to irritate your ulcer with that."

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[imaythrowuponyou]

"Thoughtful of you." [He hugged him a little tighter before letting go, keeping a hand on his shoulder for a moment.] "Thanks, Jim."