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Characters: James Kirk, Spock, Leonard McCoy
Content: So the Enterprise's higher officers are stuck in monster infested Manhattan. McCoy is fairly certain this is somehow Jim's fault.
Location: Bryant Park Hotel
Time of day: evening?
Warnings: heart warming reunions. And sarcasm.
By the time he made it to the hotel Leonard McCoy had far too much time to think. Most of those thoughts centered around a vague, buzzing irritation and how the hell he- they- had ended up in yet another mess. There was nothing in the academy that prepared you for time traveling or hell, giant crabs, and whatever other ridiculous situations that presented themselves.
Giant crabs. He always figured Jim would be tormented by something of the like, just not quite so literal.
With a sigh he moved down the hall, towards the room his captain had directed. He wasn't sure if he was pleased or not that both Spock and Jim were here. While it certainly made his life easier it made McCoy pause to question the ship. Who was next in line- Uhura? Scotty? Dear lord he hoped it was Uhura. Trying to imagine Scotty rambling off orders or Chekov sputtering through a command only half the crew could understand was not good for his blood pressure.
"Jim." He barked when he reached the door, rapping on it loudly before lowering his tone to a strung out mutter. "This better be the right room- Hippocratic Oath or not, I'll wring his neck."
Content: So the Enterprise's higher officers are stuck in monster infested Manhattan. McCoy is fairly certain this is somehow Jim's fault.
Location: Bryant Park Hotel
Time of day: evening?
Warnings: heart warming reunions. And sarcasm.
By the time he made it to the hotel Leonard McCoy had far too much time to think. Most of those thoughts centered around a vague, buzzing irritation and how the hell he- they- had ended up in yet another mess. There was nothing in the academy that prepared you for time traveling or hell, giant crabs, and whatever other ridiculous situations that presented themselves.
Giant crabs. He always figured Jim would be tormented by something of the like, just not quite so literal.
With a sigh he moved down the hall, towards the room his captain had directed. He wasn't sure if he was pleased or not that both Spock and Jim were here. While it certainly made his life easier it made McCoy pause to question the ship. Who was next in line- Uhura? Scotty? Dear lord he hoped it was Uhura. Trying to imagine Scotty rambling off orders or Chekov sputtering through a command only half the crew could understand was not good for his blood pressure.
"Jim." He barked when he reached the door, rapping on it loudly before lowering his tone to a strung out mutter. "This better be the right room- Hippocratic Oath or not, I'll wring his neck."