Bored Harris is Bored, Again

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That away mission had been a hell of a disappointment. The situation was weird enough to keep Travis off-balance and kinda sweaty the whole time, and then he didn't even get to shoot anyone. And worse, that creepifying doll-lady had come back with them. Better her than Korby, though. Asshole. That man had made his skin crawl

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It'd been a busy fucking day. Chapel was still goddamn insane - Rien was giving her a fucking sponge bath or some shit this shift - and McCoy had fucked Kirk over the coffee table until Kirk'd had rugburn on his fucking knees.

McCoy had declined to heal that.

Now he had a little communication to deliver - in person seemed the most goddamn efficient way.

McCoy considered using his medical override - as a senior officer he had every right - but Rien would cry over it. He buzzed the door.

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Travis got up and answered the door. Sometimes he and Park left it unlocked - or even wedged open with a boot, for purposes of kimchi - but never when it was only one of them in the room. Two guys in their own space was one thing. One guy all alone with an unlocked door was a stupid thing.

Anyway, he answered the door. And there was Doctor McCoy. Weird.

"Hello," Travis said. His tone of voice might have made it sound like, "are you lost?"

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The cunt-licking monkeyface's tone implied McCoy might be lost.

McCoy didn't care for it.

"Don't reckon I am, if you're the one stepping out with my goddamn nurse."

Harris's size was a challenge but it wasn't intimidating.

"Let me the fuck in so we can talk unless you'd rather have your personal shitting business bandied up and down the goddamn hall."

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Travis blinked, having difficulty figuring out what the hell McCoy was talking about, but he stepped out of the doorway.

"You want something to drink?"

Just because the other guy was being kind of a dick didn't mean he had to be rude. His mother had raised him better than that.

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Least the kid had some fucking goddamn manners.

Not that McCoy was going to take him up on that - he wasn't a pansy-assed idiot fresh from the shitting farm and looking to die a painful death by poison, after all. But it did set a certain tone for their encounter.

"No. But I do fucking appreciate the offer.

McCoy made himself at home, straddled one of the chairs at the little table, and gestured for Harris to sit.

"You fucked Rien yet?"

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What? Travis's first impulse was to punch the guy. But his training at the Academy had been mostly about controlling that first impulse when it came to superior officers, so he didn't. And while he was working on that, he remembered some stuff Rien's roommate had said, and decided that maybe he had better answer this son of a bitch instead of kicking his rude ass out.

"No. And I don't talk about her with language like that, neither."

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"Ain't that precious."

Harris looked like his first impulse had been to haul off and fucking hit something. He might be a dumb ass piece of meat but at least he had some impulse control. Probably wouldn't lose his damn temper and beat Rien to shit.

Nothing more worthless than a goddamn woman beater.

"Rien got all snot faced and teary when I got on to her about putting out so I told her I'd check you out."

His nurses were fucking his, goddamn it, and no shit-stirring security guard was going to fuck that up without paying for it somehow.

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Travis was heading back to confused pretty fast.

"But it's not like you're her dad," he pointed out, as though McCoy might not have realized this. "And anyways she can make her own decisions."

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McCoy couldn't help it - the man was just so goddamn sincere.

"No, I ain't her dad. Probably for the best, for all goddamn concerned."

He chuckled again, just because it felt good and he was genuinely amused. And then he was done laughing.

"But I'll tell you what I fucking am - her goddamn CMO and I've put too much shitting work into her to let some loose-dicked monkey-faced asshole fuck her all up again."

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Ah. This part, Travis understood.

"I don't hurt women," he said. He scratched his neck, and added, "'less they're armed, I mean. It's stupid to act like a soldier ain't a soldier just 'cause she don't have a dick, or whatever. I know me a guy who lost his eye that way."

Wait, he was straying from the point. "What I mean is, I'd never hurt Rien."

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So the cunt-licking idiot was an earnest little feminist on top of it all.

"Just to put it plain, because I want you to understand, another little stunt like that bullshit with that asshole and the video leaks through, I'm taking it out on you. My sickbay gets all disrupted when my nurses are crying hysterically."

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That was fucking unfair was what that was. If he'd known what Martens was gonna do in time to stop him he would of. But Travis doubted that McCoy was big on fairness.

"I shot him," he said, instead.

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So it had been Harris. That was actually kind of sweet.

Between Harris and Kirk, Martens hadn't fared very well after his little stunt.

McCoy showed his teeth when he smiled.

"Good. I reckon I might let you take care of her a little bit then. Lighten my goddamn load."

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Now he wanted to punch him again. But he also wanted to stay alive, and he figured that even if he managed to kill McCoy, someone'd come after him for it. So Travis resisted the urge.

"You need anything else?"

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Harris was fucking lousy at hiding his responses. McCoy would have thought a security guard would be better at not broadcasting his desires to get physical - but maybe it was just related to Rien. He snorted.

It'd be easy to kill the motherfucker. But then Rien would be all weepy and he'd have to see to her cunt all the damn time until she felt better. It was... expedient to get rid of obstacles immediately but Harris was looking like he was going to come in handy for taking care of Rien and he might be useful later.

"Things'll be easier, I figure, if you just pretend I'm her goddamn daddy. You keep that in mind when you're with her and we'll be just fine, boy. You fuck it up, I'll make sure she gets to piss in your mouth while I fuck your eyesockets."

McCoy was conversational, more purely pleasant than he'd been since he'd entered Harris's room.

"We clear on that?"

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It wasn't like he was on duty. This was personal, and Travis pretty much never had to be subtle in his personal life.

"Sure, we're clear." It'd never come up, so there was no point in getting offended. Or trying to figure out how that could possibly work, anyways. Gross.