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Who: gotmebones and ratatosk_knight.
What: Emil is depressed after Raven's sudden death and Bones finds out that he isn't just another case of dissociative identity disorder. Oh dear.
When: Afternoon of the 7th of May.
Where: House #7.
Summary: "So, you're a summon spirit then."
Rating: Most likely to stay PG.
McCoy had enjoyed the brief heat wave from the past few days... at least until he was stuck by the realization that around this time next month, he would have been stuck in this Goddamn prison spurred by organizations, experimentations, kidnapping and deaths for one year; oh, this was some start to the five-year mission that Spock, Uhura and himself were supposed to be conducting right now on the Enterprise.
It was frustrating. If McCoy had wanted to stay miserable and static in one place, he would have remained in the same state as his ex-wife and tried to make their failing marriage work. Instead he joined Starfleet and found himself in a new world where regulations could go hang for all it mattered.
Distractions were necessary and one quickly presented itself on the doorstep to the residence he shared with his crew, a Slayer and her best friend, and a goldfish who probably loathed him. It was not exactly an unusual sight as of late, but the way the boy sitting outside his house was holding himself did raise some concerns for the doctor as he stopped in front of him.
"Emil?"
What: Emil is depressed after Raven's sudden death and Bones finds out that he isn't just another case of dissociative identity disorder. Oh dear.
When: Afternoon of the 7th of May.
Where: House #7.
Summary: "So, you're a summon spirit then."
Rating: Most likely to stay PG.
McCoy had enjoyed the brief heat wave from the past few days... at least until he was stuck by the realization that around this time next month, he would have been stuck in this Goddamn prison spurred by organizations, experimentations, kidnapping and deaths for one year; oh, this was some start to the five-year mission that Spock, Uhura and himself were supposed to be conducting right now on the Enterprise.
It was frustrating. If McCoy had wanted to stay miserable and static in one place, he would have remained in the same state as his ex-wife and tried to make their failing marriage work. Instead he joined Starfleet and found himself in a new world where regulations could go hang for all it mattered.
Distractions were necessary and one quickly presented itself on the doorstep to the residence he shared with his crew, a Slayer and her best friend, and a goldfish who probably loathed him. It was not exactly an unusual sight as of late, but the way the boy sitting outside his house was holding himself did raise some concerns for the doctor as he stopped in front of him.
"Emil?"