Night 50: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

[heroesdontshave]

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A bigger hallway. Just how big was this place supposed to be, anyway? Not that it mattered since he'd find his way out regardless, but Sanctum facilities tended to be huge. He still wasn't seeing any signs of monsters. Wasn't seeing too many people either. ...Actually, Snow wasn't seeing much of anything with how dark it was. Not that

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Kirk waited for Bones to join him in the next hallway, and caught the way he looked him over, much like how the Bones back home (the other Bones, his brain corrected involuntarily) would look at him as if he expected Jim to have found a new way to maim himself in the few hours since they'd last spoken. Which, okay, wasn't the most unfair assessment, and right then Kirk may or may not have dropped his right hand at his side and out of the doctor's sight.

A quick pan with his flashlight revealed no dangers, but considering last night's ambush, Kirk kept his ears and eyes on alert, and glanced at Bones before moving for the exit to the rec field. The doctor followed without even interrupting his explanation, which somehow managed to both last the entire distance there and not impart a single piece of a new information. Well, unless you counted Bones appreciating transporter technology, that was... admittedly pretty new - but Kirk sure as hell didn't, even if a smile was threatening to crack his exasperated expression.

God, they were so alike.

"Very glad, doctor, but I was actually talking about your short-lived return to a starship," Kirk answered mildly. He reached out for the door as they approached, wincing slightly as he pushed it open. He'd fractured the bones in his hand before, and he was fairly certain this wasn't as bad, but that didn't make the bruising hurt any less. Or any less stupid or avoidable, at that, but he was trying not to focus on that part. "This had better not dump us into a giant maze again. Come on."

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