More snippet
More story snippet. I'm not sure why, but for the moment I'm preferring writing like this. Short scenes written without much furious editing on my part...that'll likely come later. I need something different and this seems to be doing the trick.
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McCoy may have had a death grip on his knees when he wasn't holding onto his flask similarly; but Jim left the shuttle no more soiled than when he had entered it. He stuck around and continued to chat when McCoy picked up his rucksack from the shuttle's hold and walked with him to the induction center. Landing had done the man good, he looked far less pale and more eager to talk about things that didn't include statistics on survival rates.
oOo
After it had been all said and done, Jim didn't know what he had been so worried about. He had passed the testing with flying colors - naturally - and had the chance to test out of many of the introduction courses.
It was a perhaps a little foolish to think he'd find McCoy anywhere from the Center to the dormitory. It was already fairly late; his shuttle companion had likely already shuffled to his room, assuming he passed the exams. That didn't stop Jim from looking.
The other man was finally found two days later during a mandatory campus tour for late arrivals such as themselves. With classes to begin in only a few days it surprised him to see how many had assembled in the small lecture hall. And almost not surprisingly McCoy seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. It didn't help matters that the man was sitting away from the majority; the look on his face daring anyone to come even close to him. Jim couldn't help but smirk at him before climbing the short distance to join him.
“Hey.”
McCoy's look soured further, turning to look in Jim's direction. “Hey yourself.”
Jim's sure smile never faltered as he plopped down two seats away, getting a better look with his new acquaintance. Shaving caused the man to look at least a year younger, though the scowling was helping to bring it right back, and his hair - while groomed - still seemed a tad long. Jim couldn't decide yet whether it was because of rebellion or rather it was his personal style but the latter choice was likely the correct one, given the circumstances.
Then there was the pin on his cadet red's. It was similar to Jim's own, gold in color but this one bore Starfleet's Medical insignia.
“Huh,” he mumbled absentmindedly. The man sitting a seat away had proclaimed himself to be a doctor on that shuttle two days ago, and it wasn't that Jim doubted him, it was more that it didn't quite sink in. A person rambling on that much about the particulars of sickness and disease probably had to know their stuff, but he was already a little inebriated and, well, wild that Jim could have easily mistaken him for another crazy man wandering the streets of a major city.
“Yes?” McCoy was giving him the same appraising look; probably trying to pin down whether Jim was the 'lost puppy' or 'bad penny' type.
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking. So, who's your lucky roommate?”
That earned Jim a slightly amused huff, “One of the perks of having previously graduated is having your own room.”
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Please feel free to leave suggestions or point out grammatical errors, if you're reading/following this. One thing I would point out is that in the ST:XI novelization McCoy is described with a Starfleet Medical pin on his reds, instead of the generic one shown in the movie.
On a side note...I have the need to also link these stunning pictures of Eyjafjallajökull. Lightning during a volcanic eruption is a fairly new concept to me, and it's very breathtaking.
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McCoy may have had a death grip on his knees when he wasn't holding onto his flask similarly; but Jim left the shuttle no more soiled than when he had entered it. He stuck around and continued to chat when McCoy picked up his rucksack from the shuttle's hold and walked with him to the induction center. Landing had done the man good, he looked far less pale and more eager to talk about things that didn't include statistics on survival rates.
oOo
After it had been all said and done, Jim didn't know what he had been so worried about. He had passed the testing with flying colors - naturally - and had the chance to test out of many of the introduction courses.
It was a perhaps a little foolish to think he'd find McCoy anywhere from the Center to the dormitory. It was already fairly late; his shuttle companion had likely already shuffled to his room, assuming he passed the exams. That didn't stop Jim from looking.
The other man was finally found two days later during a mandatory campus tour for late arrivals such as themselves. With classes to begin in only a few days it surprised him to see how many had assembled in the small lecture hall. And almost not surprisingly McCoy seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. It didn't help matters that the man was sitting away from the majority; the look on his face daring anyone to come even close to him. Jim couldn't help but smirk at him before climbing the short distance to join him.
“Hey.”
McCoy's look soured further, turning to look in Jim's direction. “Hey yourself.”
Jim's sure smile never faltered as he plopped down two seats away, getting a better look with his new acquaintance. Shaving caused the man to look at least a year younger, though the scowling was helping to bring it right back, and his hair - while groomed - still seemed a tad long. Jim couldn't decide yet whether it was because of rebellion or rather it was his personal style but the latter choice was likely the correct one, given the circumstances.
Then there was the pin on his cadet red's. It was similar to Jim's own, gold in color but this one bore Starfleet's Medical insignia.
“Huh,” he mumbled absentmindedly. The man sitting a seat away had proclaimed himself to be a doctor on that shuttle two days ago, and it wasn't that Jim doubted him, it was more that it didn't quite sink in. A person rambling on that much about the particulars of sickness and disease probably had to know their stuff, but he was already a little inebriated and, well, wild that Jim could have easily mistaken him for another crazy man wandering the streets of a major city.
“Yes?” McCoy was giving him the same appraising look; probably trying to pin down whether Jim was the 'lost puppy' or 'bad penny' type.
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking. So, who's your lucky roommate?”
That earned Jim a slightly amused huff, “One of the perks of having previously graduated is having your own room.”
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Please feel free to leave suggestions or point out grammatical errors, if you're reading/following this. One thing I would point out is that in the ST:XI novelization McCoy is described with a Starfleet Medical pin on his reds, instead of the generic one shown in the movie.
On a side note...I have the need to also link these stunning pictures of Eyjafjallajökull. Lightning during a volcanic eruption is a fairly new concept to me, and it's very breathtaking.