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sixwordstories2013-06-05 03:02 pm
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You look like a goddamn disaster.
[ said with a snarl: ] Oh, y'think? Best friend goes out there every goddamn day and tries to get herself killed, and one time, she actually succeeds, and y'think I might maybe be worried? Huh, no idea why that is.
Who said anything about it being little, kid?
Never? Forgive me if I find that hard to believe, Mr. Scot. [ why is it whenever Scotty comes around, frowning is the only way he can keep himself from laughing and even then, it's difficult? ]
Gonna need you to get up on th'bed. Don't wanna use the dermal standing up and end up grafting skin where it don't belong.
Gonna need you to get up on th'bed. Don't wanna use the dermal standing up and end up grafting skin where it don't belong.
I don't try to get myself killed. Believe it or not, I like living. I like my life. It's pretty damn awesome. [And why wouldn't it be? It's hers. And she's pretty damn awesome.] It just happens.
[It just happens. Kind of like how back in their Academy days, she never seemed to understand WHY the girlfriend of the guy she just hooked up with wanted to bash her face in. She never TRIED to get into those fights. She never WANTED to end up hiding in Bones' room. But she did. Many a night.] I love you too, Grumpy Pants.
[It just happens. Kind of like how back in their Academy days, she never seemed to understand WHY the girlfriend of the guy she just hooked up with wanted to bash her face in. She never TRIED to get into those fights. She never WANTED to end up hiding in Bones' room. But she did. Many a night.] I love you too, Grumpy Pants.
That is a vaguely sexist comment and you better make up for it by donning a skirt. You've got the legs for it, haven't you?
[ She raises her eyebrows at him with a playful waggle of her head. Admittedly, Chapel misses this a great deal. She doesn't get this kind of snark at her new post. Jim ruins everything. ]
[ She raises her eyebrows at him with a playful waggle of her head. Admittedly, Chapel misses this a great deal. She doesn't get this kind of snark at her new post. Jim ruins everything. ]
Good. [ now it's time to fix the surface wounds, minor lacerations, the cuts and scraps and bruises and the split lip. actually, nah, he'll leave the split lip. little fucker probably deserved that. he breaks out the dermal and begins with Jim's cheek. ]
Hold on a moment. [ the dermal's pulled away and clicked off so McCoy can cross his arms. ] You're telling me you got the living shit kicked out of you because some guy said you weren't fit t'be captain? Are you kidding me, Jim? What're you, sixteen years old? Y'don't got a chip on your shoulder; you've got a goddamn mountain.
Hold on a moment. [ the dermal's pulled away and clicked off so McCoy can cross his arms. ] You're telling me you got the living shit kicked out of you because some guy said you weren't fit t'be captain? Are you kidding me, Jim? What're you, sixteen years old? Y'don't got a chip on your shoulder; you've got a goddamn mountain.
[ okay fine fine he'll lay down properly, though not without a little eyeroll and a huff. ]
Bones, [ and he looks up at the doctor with pain-hazy eyes and a little dreamy smile from whatever the hell he's been pumped with ] the day you run out of aces is the day I run out of cards. Don't worry about it, we'll be fine.
Bones, [ and he looks up at the doctor with pain-hazy eyes and a little dreamy smile from whatever the hell he's been pumped with ] the day you run out of aces is the day I run out of cards. Don't worry about it, we'll be fine.
Why are you so mad at me? Its not like I woke up today and decided to break a bone.
Is that any way to greet your captain, Bones? [All right, so the away mission hadn't gone exactly as planned, but what ever did, right?] At least I don't have numb tongue.
[He just looks like he's been through a meat cleaver. There's blood all over the front of his uniform from the fact that he's got scrapes and cuts all over his face, and he's probably got a cracked rib or two. Possibly a punctured lung. The perils of falling from a moving vehicle.]
[He just looks like he's been through a meat cleaver. There's blood all over the front of his uniform from the fact that he's got scrapes and cuts all over his face, and he's probably got a cracked rib or two. Possibly a punctured lung. The perils of falling from a moving vehicle.]
[ He doesn't mind a little bit of battle wounds here and there. Makes him feel tough. Rugged. ] Yeah, I'm sure you didn't find any pleasure in that, did you? [ He's surprisingly being pliant, sitting still as the dermal regenerator is run over his skin, leaning forward and closing his eyes. When the machine next to his face stops, his lips purse, those blue eyes lifting up to his certainly cross older friend. ]
You honestly think you'd just sit there and take it if someone told you you weren't fit to do your job, Bones? [ He's looking serious now, completely and utterly, the play of a grin that's usually on his lips far far gone. Eyes are wild, brows furrowed, frustrated. ] Look, I dealt with it for a little while. Tried to play it off, yeah, yeah haha, guess I'm just that good right?
[ He's taking a deep breath through his nose. ] Then he went on to say that - [ He's licking his lips, and boy, is he still riled up about this. ] The admiralty plays favorites. That the only reason why I even have this ship, even have this position is because for some god damned reason, oh, I don't know, I guess my dad was a hero at some point, right? So of course, that's the only reason I'm where I am now.
[ He's looking cross, annoyed, and when a trickle starts down his chin again he's pulling his shirt up to wipe it away. The worst part is, minus the few situations he's been in where a stroke of good luck has managed to assist him in saving the world, he's afraid the guy might've hit a nerve. Might have gotten something right there. ]
It was worth it. [ busted lip, dislocated shoulder - he'd managed to knock the guy (bigger than him by three times, maybe more) to the floor, and that itself was vindication. ]
You honestly think you'd just sit there and take it if someone told you you weren't fit to do your job, Bones? [ He's looking serious now, completely and utterly, the play of a grin that's usually on his lips far far gone. Eyes are wild, brows furrowed, frustrated. ] Look, I dealt with it for a little while. Tried to play it off, yeah, yeah haha, guess I'm just that good right?
[ He's taking a deep breath through his nose. ] Then he went on to say that - [ He's licking his lips, and boy, is he still riled up about this. ] The admiralty plays favorites. That the only reason why I even have this ship, even have this position is because for some god damned reason, oh, I don't know, I guess my dad was a hero at some point, right? So of course, that's the only reason I'm where I am now.
[ He's looking cross, annoyed, and when a trickle starts down his chin again he's pulling his shirt up to wipe it away. The worst part is, minus the few situations he's been in where a stroke of good luck has managed to assist him in saving the world, he's afraid the guy might've hit a nerve. Might have gotten something right there. ]
It was worth it. [ busted lip, dislocated shoulder - he'd managed to knock the guy (bigger than him by three times, maybe more) to the floor, and that itself was vindication. ]
I told Addams not to touch anything on planet sir. [ But he did and now she's not only covered in engine grease, and sporting large angry red scratches down the sides of her arms and legs, but there's also a bright yellow pollen that smells vaguely of honey covering near 80 percent of her person as well. She didn't even want to go on the away mission.]
Edited 2013-06-07 10:56 (UTC)
[With one last offended look he chooses not to dignify that with an answer. He hops up onto the exam table, shedding soot all the way]
Yeah, yeah, 'swhat y'always say. 'Don't worry Bones, everything'll be okay!' 'Bones, you're overreacting, I got this one!' 'C'mon Bones, we'll make it out of this one alright!' That's fine, [ stepping away from the machine, letting it do the work on its own now. ] --until it isn't.
Yeah well clearly that worked out for you. [ an aggravated sigh! he motions to a biobed and goes off to grab a scanner, circling back around to her while maintaining some distance. ] Where is Addams, anyway? He get eaten alive by a killer plant? Again?
[ rolling his eyes and shaking his head. ] Only if your captain is a slaphappy infant with a penchant for getting himself hurt on an hourly basis. In effect, you.
[ not even going to bother yelling this time. instead he's pulling him over to a bed, carefully ushering him onto it. a quick glance at the monitors and Bones has to muster up what little self-control he has not to smack his Iowan friend. ] Y'know, you've got an incredible knack for gettin' yourself torn up. [ loading up a hypospray with a numbing agent and injecting it into his arm. ] Not a compliment, by the way.
[ not even going to bother yelling this time. instead he's pulling him over to a bed, carefully ushering him onto it. a quick glance at the monitors and Bones has to muster up what little self-control he has not to smack his Iowan friend. ] Y'know, you've got an incredible knack for gettin' yourself torn up. [ loading up a hypospray with a numbing agent and injecting it into his arm. ] Not a compliment, by the way.
The last time I saw him he was running away from some of the local wildlife before the transporter got his signal sir. [She pulls herself up onto the bed and sighs, the pollen doesn't feel dangerous but she feels somewhat like a fluffy sunflower and it's really not a look she'd like to keep.]
okay kiddo you wanna play that way we'll fucking play
legendaryhands
2013-06-09 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Y'know what the difference is between you and me, Jim? I don't have pride issues. [ the way he's able to manipulate Jim, hold him still without much complaining from the captain's side, even with the anesthetic running through his veins, well that doesn't go unnoticed. usually JIm's like an eel in these situations, floppy and impossible, a squirming mess of limbs and obstinant behaviour. the whole part with him staying still is silently appreciated, at least enough for McCoy to drop his snarl and engage in just a little pedantry before bringing the dermal back up. ] I know when t'keep my mouth shut. I'll pull rank when pulling rank's necessary, but I'm sure as hell's hot not gonna start a fight because some asshole in a bar told me I didn't deserve my position.
And no, you're not that good. You're a rebel without a cause. [ he's nodding, listening along to Jim rattling off how those big old meanies in the bar gave his pride a boo boo and how dare they say this or that, trying to keep his eyes rolling to the back of his head because he's supposed to be focusing on his patient. the most he allots himself is a constant shake of the head, brows raised, eyes at half-tilt. he's not paid enough. there's not enough credits in the federation to put up with this shit. in fact, there's not enough monetary units in the universe to put up with this. ]
Actually, hold on a moment-- [ pulling the dermal back again! ] Did you punch a guy in the face because he said Starfleet plays favorites? You? A captain? [ reaching up to still Kirk's arm so he doesn't get blood on his sleeve because trying to get Kirk to do laundry is like trying to get a horse to sprout wings and fly you up to Olympus by singing the Moody Blues. ]
No it damn well wasn't worth it, Jim. If you wanna prove these guys wrong and show 'em you deserve the ship, which I believe y'do despite myself, then don't you think the best way to do it might be showing some goddamn maturity and not presenting yourself like an infant? Good god man. [ this isn't even him snarking at Jim, it's just him being tired and weary because honestly? he's sort of embarrassed for you, Jim. it's one thing to punch a guy out to defend your crew, but to defend yourself against accusations you're not fit to be the captain in a peacekeeping armada by punching him in the face?
he's disappointed in you, Jim. and it shows on his features, because with McCoy, everything's etched into his brows and the way his frown creases at the edges. ] Hold still and lemme finish this. [ running the dermal over his face, just enough to fix some of the bruises, heal the lip a bit, and then he pulls it back and places it on the table. ]
And no, you're not that good. You're a rebel without a cause. [ he's nodding, listening along to Jim rattling off how those big old meanies in the bar gave his pride a boo boo and how dare they say this or that, trying to keep his eyes rolling to the back of his head because he's supposed to be focusing on his patient. the most he allots himself is a constant shake of the head, brows raised, eyes at half-tilt. he's not paid enough. there's not enough credits in the federation to put up with this shit. in fact, there's not enough monetary units in the universe to put up with this. ]
Actually, hold on a moment-- [ pulling the dermal back again! ] Did you punch a guy in the face because he said Starfleet plays favorites? You? A captain? [ reaching up to still Kirk's arm so he doesn't get blood on his sleeve because trying to get Kirk to do laundry is like trying to get a horse to sprout wings and fly you up to Olympus by singing the Moody Blues. ]
No it damn well wasn't worth it, Jim. If you wanna prove these guys wrong and show 'em you deserve the ship, which I believe y'do despite myself, then don't you think the best way to do it might be showing some goddamn maturity and not presenting yourself like an infant? Good god man. [ this isn't even him snarking at Jim, it's just him being tired and weary because honestly? he's sort of embarrassed for you, Jim. it's one thing to punch a guy out to defend your crew, but to defend yourself against accusations you're not fit to be the captain in a peacekeeping armada by punching him in the face?
he's disappointed in you, Jim. and it shows on his features, because with McCoy, everything's etched into his brows and the way his frown creases at the edges. ] Hold still and lemme finish this. [ running the dermal over his face, just enough to fix some of the bruises, heal the lip a bit, and then he pulls it back and places it on the table. ]
[ A sigh, a roll of eyes, and somewhat of an annoyed huff escapes the blonde as he shifts, because yeah, they'll argue about this fact until the both of them run out of breath. He knows he's got a lot of pride, knows he's got issues with someone insulting it, and knows he won't stop until the other admits they're wrong - whether it be putting his crew in danger with a life-threatening, seat-of-his-pants move, or a punch to the jaw. ] You shoulda seen this guy, though, Bones. Come on, he was like this big shot anti-Federation jackass who just complained about everything under the sun. If anyone deserved it he did.
[ At the 'no, you're not that good', Jim is suddenly rigid as a board, staring at the man, blue eyes wide. Struck a nerve there, and not with the dermal. He licks his lips and leans back again, not willing to have this fight with another officer, and certainly not his friend of god knows how many years. Bones is good at telling him the truth if anything, doesn't often sugar-coat anything, tells him what he truly thinks. He drops his hand again and just stares, letting the doctor give him the usual speech, and looking a bit like a scolded child in the process. He waits for a break before beginning his protest, sullenly looking away from him. ]
I don't - [ He tries to defend himself, his actions, but god dammit Bones is right in all the worst ways, he knows he's right and that's the part that has him biting back the protests that run through his head that suddenly all seem so childish. 'He was mean to me' is no longer an appropriate reason to bring out the hand to hand combat skills, not when he was taught those at the Academy in order to get himself out of the unfortunate situations that he's required to use defense for. Jim drops his head and shakes it, running a hand over his face before Bones tells him to let him finish his work, and the captain is still again, eyes closed. ]
So what? Am I supposed to just ignore that? [ He grumbles, obviously still with that chip on his shoulder, and maybe Bones is right - trying to prove his maturity by throwing some guy over his shoulder isn't going to do anything for his reputation. ] Just keep drinking a beer and let the asshole berate me until he runs out of breath? Is that the mature thing to do these days?
[ He throws the words out like they're disgusting, and shakes his head again - whoops, not a good thing, managed to knock the dermal regenerator with his nose. He sullenly apologizes and stills again, trying not to squirm too terribly much. ] Sorry. Still think the bastard deserved what he got, and a hell of a lot more. How many times do I have to prove that I can do this, huh? How many people do I have to save, until people stop second-guessing me at every turn? [ He's being emotional, in fact, he's being downright childish and he knows this is the opposite of what he should be, but Bones knows him from the Academy, knows how hard he worked, how hard he works in general to keep his position and to keep his ship. Bones has seen him at his worst, and this is hardly even close. He feels like it's the Kobayashi all over again, him doing what he thinks everyone else wants to see - a man who's managed to overcome the impossible, something he figured the Academy would appreciate.
But he can't seem to get anywhere by it. He keeps doing the impossible, has saved the world - god knows how many times, twice where it's been a very real threat, and countless other times through the peaceful meetings with other races and other species. And he's still second guessed for the simple fact the man before was a fan of his father's. ]
Whatever. [ He bites back the emotional angry outbursts that still are lingering on the surface, deeper wounds to his pride than to his face or shoulder. That's the sort of thing Bones can't fix, and he's not about to ask him to start. ] The guy got what he deserved. Maybe it shouldn't have been from me. But someone needed to shut the guy up.
[ At the 'no, you're not that good', Jim is suddenly rigid as a board, staring at the man, blue eyes wide. Struck a nerve there, and not with the dermal. He licks his lips and leans back again, not willing to have this fight with another officer, and certainly not his friend of god knows how many years. Bones is good at telling him the truth if anything, doesn't often sugar-coat anything, tells him what he truly thinks. He drops his hand again and just stares, letting the doctor give him the usual speech, and looking a bit like a scolded child in the process. He waits for a break before beginning his protest, sullenly looking away from him. ]
I don't - [ He tries to defend himself, his actions, but god dammit Bones is right in all the worst ways, he knows he's right and that's the part that has him biting back the protests that run through his head that suddenly all seem so childish. 'He was mean to me' is no longer an appropriate reason to bring out the hand to hand combat skills, not when he was taught those at the Academy in order to get himself out of the unfortunate situations that he's required to use defense for. Jim drops his head and shakes it, running a hand over his face before Bones tells him to let him finish his work, and the captain is still again, eyes closed. ]
So what? Am I supposed to just ignore that? [ He grumbles, obviously still with that chip on his shoulder, and maybe Bones is right - trying to prove his maturity by throwing some guy over his shoulder isn't going to do anything for his reputation. ] Just keep drinking a beer and let the asshole berate me until he runs out of breath? Is that the mature thing to do these days?
[ He throws the words out like they're disgusting, and shakes his head again - whoops, not a good thing, managed to knock the dermal regenerator with his nose. He sullenly apologizes and stills again, trying not to squirm too terribly much. ] Sorry. Still think the bastard deserved what he got, and a hell of a lot more. How many times do I have to prove that I can do this, huh? How many people do I have to save, until people stop second-guessing me at every turn? [ He's being emotional, in fact, he's being downright childish and he knows this is the opposite of what he should be, but Bones knows him from the Academy, knows how hard he worked, how hard he works in general to keep his position and to keep his ship. Bones has seen him at his worst, and this is hardly even close. He feels like it's the Kobayashi all over again, him doing what he thinks everyone else wants to see - a man who's managed to overcome the impossible, something he figured the Academy would appreciate.
But he can't seem to get anywhere by it. He keeps doing the impossible, has saved the world - god knows how many times, twice where it's been a very real threat, and countless other times through the peaceful meetings with other races and other species. And he's still second guessed for the simple fact the man before was a fan of his father's. ]
Whatever. [ He bites back the emotional angry outbursts that still are lingering on the surface, deeper wounds to his pride than to his face or shoulder. That's the sort of thing Bones can't fix, and he's not about to ask him to start. ] The guy got what he deserved. Maybe it shouldn't have been from me. But someone needed to shut the guy up.
[Bruised knuckles, a dislocated shoulder, cut below her eye, her jaw's starting to swell up, and there's a nasty blow to the back of her head. Despite that, Claudia seems positively delighted.]
And yet I feel fine! Fights are exciting. I may have to try again in the future.
And yet I feel fine! Fights are exciting. I may have to try again in the future.
[ aw well now he feels a bit bad. he didn't mean to hurt the man's pride. he offers the towel to him because it seems a bit pedantic to clean ash off a grown man. ]
Well if y'want to make up for lost time, I've got a bottle of Saurian brandy I've been saving for someone who could appreciate it. It's no Earth whisky, but a drink's a drink, isn't it, Scott? [ a glance up at the screens above the biobed, and then a look back at Scotty. this is the closest thing you're getting to an 'I'm sorry', Mr Scott. ]
Well if y'want to make up for lost time, I've got a bottle of Saurian brandy I've been saving for someone who could appreciate it. It's no Earth whisky, but a drink's a drink, isn't it, Scott? [ a glance up at the screens above the biobed, and then a look back at Scotty. this is the closest thing you're getting to an 'I'm sorry', Mr Scott. ]
[He makes a show of considering this as he accepts the towel, absently cleaning soot off of his face] Well I suppose one wee dram couldn't hurt. 'Specially since I've got a strong suspicion I'm about t'be under doctor's orders no' t'go back on shift.
Edited 2013-06-10 19:00 (UTC)
That-- [ a look. ] Now why in th'hell do you think I'd allow you back on shift after tryin'a cook yourself medium-well? You'd make a better steak than y'would an engineer right now. No, you're off-duty for... [ he wants to say two days. it should be at least three days to make sure those burns don't interfere with his work, as it'd be for any other member on active duty.
but this is no ordinary member of the crew, so McCoy sighs and shakes his head. ] ...the rest of the night, y'hear?
but this is no ordinary member of the crew, so McCoy sighs and shakes his head. ] ...the rest of the night, y'hear?
Edited 2013-06-10 19:11 (UTC)
[He blinks, a little surprised he's getting off that lightly, but chooses not to push his luck by questioning it. He can deal with having to take it easy for one day] Aye, doc. I'll be good [Have a sunny smile]
That means no tinkerin' with anything that could explode in your quarters either. Or anywhere else on th'ship. [ once he's cleaned most of the soot off, McCoy goes to grab the dermal and holds a hand on Scott's shoulder while running the device over one of the burns. ]
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