"You didn't see her." [Alright so it was stupid but he was a little buzzed and the girl had been cute and one thing led to another and he didn't recognize the alley he was in. If they'd been planetside with Enterprise it wouldn't have been a big deal. Scotty could find him anywhere.]
"... this ship is getting creepier every day." [Stating the obvious but it was the first time he'd seen the deck since returning to the Barge.]
"Yeah. I guess it's too much to ask for this all to just go away-" [He froze for a second, glancing over his shoulder. This whole 'constantly feeling like you were being watched' thing was really fucking getting on his nerves.] "Quietly."
"Yeah." [Booze solves all problems, clearly. He went to follow Jim, but half a step later, he froze. He felt weird, like something was trying to- He tried to shake it off, staring at the railing.] "Do you feel that?"
[Jim rolled his shoulders absentmindedly. He felt something watching him or staring or maybe there was just some creep roaming around now. Whatever the reason, he didn't care much for it, but he was better at hiding it than perhaps Bones was. It helped having lived here for basically two years.]
"It's nothing, Bones. It's all in our heads. Okay?"
"No, it's not." [Something wanted him to get closer to the deck railing, and it wanted him there right now, and he was pretty absolutely fucking sure whatever it was, it wasn't friendly. The feeling was only getting worse the longer he stood there.] "Jim, there's something- You don't feel that?"
"No. It's something else, like something's trying to-" [He swallowed thickly.] "Like something's trying to pull us over the side. Or wants to. Jim, c'mon, let's go, I don't like this."
"It's nothing, Bones." [He clapped a hand on McCoy's shoulder and started tugging him towards the railing. Because exposure therapy works great.] "It's all in your head, okay?"
[Okay, that.. was a stronger reaction than Jim had been expecting. Whether McCoy's paranoia was starting to affect him or if he was really starting to feel it himself, he couldn't say. But Jim shivered anyway and held out a cautious hand again.]
"Okay. I'm sorry. We'll go back below deck, okay? Forget the drink. I'll make you moonshine or something."
[He was shaking slightly, but he didn't shy away from him this time.] "I'm not being paranoid, Jim. There is something there and it wants- God fucking damn it."
"It's nothing." [Jim repeated, with some less conviction than before but damn it all, he was going to prove a point about this. The Admiral or whoever the fuck it was could play all the tricks he wanted with people's mind but it didn't make any of this crap real.
Jim squeezed his shoulder lightly before letting go again. Rolling his shoulders again, like he was trying to shake someone's hand off of him, though he'd never admit to that, not to a panicking McCoy, Jim took a couple steps towards the railing.
Which really did nothing for the bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, which was kind of a surprising consequence.]
"See? I'm fine." [He was also a solid three feet away from said railing and was twitching a little bit, still trying to subtly brush the feeling off.]
[That did absolutely nothing to reassure him. The panic he'd already been feeling skyrocketed, but it morphed into overprotectiveness and McCoy shot forward, grabbing Jim's arm, quickly trying to drag him back away from the railing.]
"Don't you fucking dare, you stupid bastard!" [He was holding his arm tightly, shaking, accent more pronounced when he started yelling, dragging him over so he could glare at him properly.] "I might not know what the fuck is going on here, Jim, but I'm not losing you over you trying to make a goddamn point!"
[He was totally going to have bruises from this. Jim gripped McCoy's shoulder again, half to help his friend and half to give himself something to hold on to.] "Bones, this is just like the shuttles, okay? Just ignore it and it won't bother you anymore."
[He shook his head, trying to bite back the panic and not quite succeeding. It was too late to just ignore it, and he wanted to get out of here. Now.] "I'm gonna throw up."
"... this ship is getting creepier every day." [Stating the obvious but it was the first time he'd seen the deck since returning to the Barge.]
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"It's nothing, Bones. It's all in our heads. Okay?"
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"Okay. I'm sorry. We'll go back below deck, okay? Forget the drink. I'll make you moonshine or something."
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Jim squeezed his shoulder lightly before letting go again. Rolling his shoulders again, like he was trying to shake someone's hand off of him, though he'd never admit to that, not to a panicking McCoy, Jim took a couple steps towards the railing.
Which really did nothing for the bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, which was kind of a surprising consequence.]
"See? I'm fine." [He was also a solid three feet away from said railing and was twitching a little bit, still trying to subtly brush the feeling off.]
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"Don't you fucking dare, you stupid bastard!" [He was holding his arm tightly, shaking, accent more pronounced when he started yelling, dragging him over so he could glare at him properly.] "I might not know what the fuck is going on here, Jim, but I'm not losing you over you trying to make a goddamn point!"
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