Hesistant Strides (Decisive Uncertainty) [Open]

[john_grimm]

The sand crunched under John's boots, tiny grains working their way up and into the leather and steel crannies. He scowled at the ground as he ran. Sand was damn hard to run on

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[mr_chekov]

Normally Pasha wouldn’t have dared to venture outside of the walls of the Colony but she was feeling cooped up, everything was too close and while they were still on the ground she figured that it made sense to make the best of the open spaces and after all while the Vulcan Colony was safe it hadn’t been completely mapped yet and her professional curiosity as a Navigator got the best of her. So fully equipped with several padds, a water canteen and thoroughly smeared with sunblock she set off outside the walls

[john_grimm]

John twitched in his sleep, brow furrowed and eyelids fluttering. Small, deep whimpers worked their way from between his snarling lips. His fingers curled as if resting against the warm steel of a trigger.

Heavy footfalls ringing down long, dark halls. A shadow darker than night oozing past the corner of the furthest turn. Vibrations buzzing up through the concrete and iron floor, giving his knees another reason to shake.

A blood-chilling sound cleaving the air like a diamond-sharp tuning fork. Nails on a chalkboard. Claws on metal. The fetid stink of death and rot and fear, the exponential growth of disgust until he's gagging with each breath.

It feels like a million years and it feels like no time at all until the creaturemanfriendenemy finally rounds the corner.John shot up, scrabbling to his feet like a crazy man, grabbing handfuls of sand and stone and air. He gulped in air, a fish out of water, grasping for something to fill him that was just out of reach

[mr_chekov]

What the merry hell was Doctor McCoy doing out here?

Pasha frowned, squinting towards the man on top of the rock. He bore a striking resemblance to the Enterprise's CMO. She brought a hand up to shade her eyes in order to peer at him better. What was rockhead McCoy playing at now? Standing up she dusted off the back of her shorts and reattached her water canteen to her belt before heading in his direction. About a mile, most likely less, she made it.

The fact that he was out here alone warranted questioning. The fact that he was also shirtless warranted questions.

[john_grimm]

John jumped off the rock, stashing his things in a dark crack between two sections of the red stone. Heading out and around, aimed in the direction of the girl, he trotted along, kicking up sand behind him as he ran.

When he got closer to her, he could see that she looked a bit confused.

"Hey, Miss. You okay?" he called, cupping his hands around his mouth.

[mr_chekov]

Miss? Oh Lord, McCoy must have sunstroke or something. She was a navigator damnit, not a doctor!

"McCoy, vhat are you doing out here?" She called back, frowning as she moved quicker to close the distance between them. If there was something seriously wrong with the Doctor then she could always call somebody, Kirk perhaps?, on her communicator to help get him to a hospital.

[john_grimm]

...McCoy?

"Oh boy," John muttered to himself, rolling his eyes. Another one, after all this time? One would think that Captain Kid would've sent out an intergalactic space-memo or something.

Drawing up alongside the young woman, John paused, frowning.

"You must work on the Enterprise, thinking I'm Leonard and all. Nah. Close but no cigar. We look an awful lot alike but that's about where the similarities end."He cocked an eyebrow, quirking a corner of his lip. "But you already knew that, seeing as you're...." He smiled, gesturing for her to fill in the blank.

[mr_chekov]

"Yes, I am the Enterprise's Alpha shift nawigator." Pasha noted before frowning at his gesture, watching it carefully. "As I am?" She questioned, her eyebrow quirking at him. Just what was he trying to imply?

[john_grimm]

John sighed.

"Your name?"

[mr_chekov]

Oh. "Oh." Damnit, why did Standard have to be so confusing. Inferences weren't that easy to understand for a non-native speaker you know. "Ensign Chekov. Pasha Andreyevich."