You could travel the world, but nothing comes close to the Golden Coast... [Bones, Spock, Jim]
The previous day had been long and emotional - a wedding, a party, then getting taken rough against a wall by Jim before collapsing into a deep, coma like sleep. Bones hadn't felt anything change, didn't notice when the ship passed though some temporal disturbanceThe next morning Bones began sliding out of his slumber, reaching out to spoon himself
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"A lot of things here are different from that 'original' universe," Bones began slowly, not liking at all this idea that the other guys were the 'real ones' while he and his friends and family were some sort of 'new guys'. "But from what I know about the other Jim and McCoy and Spock, it took time for them to get to that point where they were a team. They worked together for a while, years even, trust coming slowly between them all, us in particular," he glanced over at Spock, a small smile on his face. "I don't see that happening different, but... I do see it happening. Just... give us some time."
Another sip of water, fuck, what he wouldn't give for this to be something stronger. "It didn't happen overnight for them, and it won't happen overnight for us... but it will happen."
She seemed satisfied by this, thanked them both, and sat down, only to be replaced by a more enthusiastic fan, dressed in command gold. "Boxers or briefs, gentlemen?" she asked, a wide smile on her face as the audience chuckled.
"You're shitting me," Bones muttered to himself, turning to Spock. Lifting a hand toward the Vulcan Spock, he indicated that Spock should answer first, while he regained what little composure he had left.
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He didn't see how this question was relevant to the purpose of the panel, and Spock would have told her so if it was his own identity he was using. Fortunately for Quinto, he accepted it in stride. Humans.
"It depends on the outfit," he explained simply, and for now that was actually the truth from him, as Spock. He had no idea what Quinto did. "I own a mixture of both."
Then he looked to Leonard.
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"Boxers," Bones answered, feeling his face flush up, then he tilted his head. "You meant Karl, right? Or do you mean m-Leonard?"
She laughed. "I did mean you, Mr Urban, but if you want to share Doctor McCoy's preference..." she trailed off.
"Um, yeah, boxers, both of us." He hadn't expected the hoots and cheers and wolf whistles. "And Jim doesn't wear any," he threw out there, like the old gossip he was, and the crowd exploded with applause and screams and for a second he could see why Karl might enjoy this torture.
The moderator stood. "One more question," she said, nodding at the groans and boos from the audience. "I'm afraid we were lucky to get this precious time together at all, with these gentlemen's busy schedule. You," she said, pointing at a serious looking man in the back. "Last question, please."
"Thank you," he began. "From an older fan's perspective, it's been amazing watching people get excited about the series again, so for that, thank you guys, all of you." A smattering of applause, getting louder until the moderator raised her hand. "The concept of the three of you guys, Spock and Jim and McCoy has been the cornerstone of the entire series. Spock's logical, Bones provides the humanity, and Jim Kirk just gets in there and gets it done, and together they save the day. Having said that, at this early juncture, do you see the characters having one of those moments in the next movie, like the camping scene in the Final Frontier, where they would come together as just friends? Or is it too soon for that? Or maybe by the third movie?" he chuckled.
Bones tilted his head at that question, thinking about all that the man asked. "Might not be too soon," he began slowly. "We - I mean, they're people, just like you and they live their lives the best way they can. I dunno..." He looked over at Spock, and began to laugh. "Maybe they'll have dinner one night, the three of them, and they can talk about their future. That could happen, I mean." The audience collectively nodded and 'awwww'ed, and so Bones added, "and Leonard can make his grandma's cornbread. Spock loves it, you know."
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The audience went "Oooooh."
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"You've been drinking too much bourbon. Spock's definition of tasty and delicious would be a Black Forest torte with Kirshwasser, topped with cherries and cream."
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He took another drink of water and looked out at the audience, then Spock. "Wouldn't want him to get fat, would you?"
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Another sip of water as he paused for effect. "You ever get any of that cake last night?" he asked, scratching lightly at his face.
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"That looks like the end of it," the moderator said, turning back to the crowd, "ladies and gentlemen, the people of Star Trek!" And their was applause and yelling, a sort of frenzy that still made Spock uncomfortable. He did offer them a small smile, but looking at Leonard, waiting for him to take off his microphone so he could speak to him privately.
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Taking his arm, Bones pulled Spock back toward the hallway door he'd where he'd entered the room, knowing it was secluded and would lead to the wide open concourse (and freedom). "This way," he said, as they slipped past the others and got away.
Soon they were alone. "Please tell me we don't have to do that again," he said, as they walked toward the main hallway of the convention.
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"...I do enjoy your cornbread, Leonard."
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It was huge! Jim looked down at Noah, bit his lip, and then took a gamble. He undid the impromptu leash, pulled it over Noah partly and wrapped him in it to hide his head, then picked him up. "You owe me, dog."
Please don't let someone notice its a dog... As he slipped inside.
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Spock seemed to be holding it together, but Bones was learning how to read the slight signs of distress in his bondmate. The low voice was just one, an indicator that Spock might need some assurance as well. "I'll make you a batch once we get back," Bones told him as they stopped in front of the door leading out into the main lobby. "Meant that, what I said in there. We need to get off our asses and make this bond thing work, if its gonna be a part of our lives. But for right now," he growled, peeking out to see hundreds of people everywhere, "let's just get back to the hotel where we can hide, okay?"
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"Of course." Spock peered out as well, leaning close and still holding his hand in the safe spot between their bodies. A clock against the opposite wall gave him the time, and a few rough calculations (why couldn't he sense time as well?) told him that, maybe, "Jim should have arrived already." And, feeling more excited than he was exactly comfortable with, pulled Leonard out into the crowd.
It was necessary to trust Leonard to follow him while he stepped through the crowd, like it was any other day on the San Francisco streets, or even Shi'Kahr. Spock couldn't hold onto him, and the looks were distracting enough when he was trying to ping his bond to figure out where Jim would be. Some of his turns were pure instinct, guesses, until he came to the top of a staircase and stared out across a mass of people on the lower level.
And he thought he just may have seen him, carrying something large. "Jim!" he called out, more in the mood for efficiency than subtlety.
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There were just too many people! Shit.
"Stop WRIGGLING!" Jim said sharply as Noah gave a wriggle in his arms, and he staggered. The dog was heavy!
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