[ He can't even think what would you do, Ambassador, because that train of thought is related to something in a box he can't let himself open. Not like this. (A lot of shit's in that box. It's the worst box.)
But he .. doesn't have to think of sickbay. Jim almost laughs.
They're walking down a hallway again, curving around into a wide oval entryway, following a conversation about fungal infections, and about how they are going to kill you, yes you, in an explicitly awful way, and there will be no cure, at least not for you, because you are the biggest moron in the entire goddamn galaxy. ]
--many times I have to have this conversation with you, [ Doctor McCoy is railing on, and if Alan thought everyone in space was wildly modern and futuristic or alien, well, surprise, no one is more ~down home Americana~ than this motherfucker. ] I should just let you bleed. I'd put your quarters on medical lockdown if you wouldn't just hack it-- sit! --you don't have to go on every single suicidal science experiment field trip that rolls along, you reckless idiot, you have a security team, a security team of ONE HUNDRED PEOPLE--
Oh my god, Bones.
[ Captain Kirk is sitting obediently on a biobed, letting his CMO poke and prod and yell. He looks torn between affectionate amusement and exasperation, over a bruise on his face and a tear on his uniform's left shoulder that's got some dried blood.
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But he .. doesn't have to think of sickbay. Jim almost laughs.
They're walking down a hallway again, curving around into a wide oval entryway, following a conversation about fungal infections, and about how they are going to kill you, yes you, in an explicitly awful way, and there will be no cure, at least not for you, because you are the biggest moron in the entire goddamn galaxy. ]
--many times I have to have this conversation with you, [ Doctor McCoy is railing on, and if Alan thought everyone in space was wildly modern and futuristic or alien, well, surprise, no one is more ~down home Americana~ than this motherfucker. ] I should just let you bleed. I'd put your quarters on medical lockdown if you wouldn't just hack it-- sit! --you don't have to go on every single suicidal science experiment field trip that rolls along, you reckless idiot, you have a security team, a security team of ONE HUNDRED PEOPLE--
Oh my god, Bones.
[ Captain Kirk is sitting obediently on a biobed, letting his CMO poke and prod and yell. He looks torn between affectionate amusement and exasperation, over a bruise on his face and a tear on his uniform's left shoulder that's got some dried blood.
The yelling continues. ]