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[chairismine]

WHO: James Kirk; open
LOCATION: Slytherin common room
WEEK: 55
TIME: Saturday evening
WHAT: Some R&R in between fighting off nightmares and boggarts
RATING: PG? idk. If it gets any higher, say so in the comments

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[notyourchairjim]

It wasn't often that McCoy found himself waking up on the dark green sofa of the Slytherin Common Room with no idea of how he got there. Typically, that was Jim's alley- a night of too many drinks followed by a not-as-irritated-as-he-seemed McCoy helping a how-is-he-still-standing Jim walk back to the Slytherin dorms where he could pass out and sleep it off while McCoy muttered an 'unbelievable' and Jim murmured a request for him to tuck him in. That's how it was supposed to go. Because that's what McCoy did, despite his demeanor. He took care of people.

Only now there wasn't anyone around for him to take care of, and he realized after a few beats that it had been him dragged back to the sofa to sleep it off this time.

McCoy swallowed, hoisting himself up into a hunched over sitting position as he tried desperately hard not to remember what he had seen, what he had done.

It didn't last long.

His surroundings registered, and he saw Sulu looking not much better for wear on a camp bed, frowning at tea. There was a joke in there somewhere, but his experiences were leaving him sorely drained of humor.

McCoy looked him over. His roommate was bruised, beaten, tired. His brain was already deciding what parts of him needed better bandages, how he could use a sleeping draught, how the placing of the bruises meant-

And he stopped himself. McCoy thought he took care of people, but a few memories of letting his friends, his classmates, people like Sulu, flatline and bleed out under him made him wonder just how good a job he was doing.

After a long delay, McCoy finally just cleared his throat. If Sulu chose to acknowledge it then, well, more power to him.

[wantyoursong]

Eventually, Cree had made her way to the Slytherin Common Room with Nyota in tow, and she had found someone to clear the effects of the boggarts from her mind. Not that it mattered much. Hearing her own voice again, she had burst into another round of tears, found a corner to shove herself into, and curled up in her self-induced silence.

So that was it, huh? Her greatest fear had been losing her voice. No, not losing Faust and being unable to be with Rail and Char. Her voice, although if she were in a better frame of mind, she might have just realized that, yes, losing her voice would have meant losing her band. They could have moved on without her. Well, maybe not Rail. Rail wouldn't have, but Char was an amazing drummer.

When she woke up again, the room was a little more crowded than before, and she had lost sight of her deaf friend. Getting up and stretching herself out, she spotted Sulu and Bones, both boys looking a little less for wear, although Sulu definitely won in this competition. The Hufflepuff made her way over to them, hesitating briefly as she passed by Bones. "Hikaru..." Her voice was soft, scratchy. "What happened?"

I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING IN THIS THREAD. /just jumps on anyways.

[chairisinpark]

"Stuff." Bad, awful stuff that he was trying very hard not to think about. He still couldn't think about what had happened without having to throw up. He cleared his throat, wincing, one hand pressing against his neck for a minute. Maybe he should figure some charm to magnify his voice a bit, so he wasn't practically whispering.

He shifted over on his cot, making room in case she felt like sitting. She had tearstreaks all over her cheeks, and that, more than anything else, made Sulu furious. Cree should never, ever be crying. He should have...done something. Not that he knew what, but still.

"Are you okay?"

IT'S COOL BB, HE WAS ON HIS WAY OUT SADLY ;;

[notyourchairjim]

[ooc: just going to respond to both the sulu tags :D]

McCoy took a few seconds to decide what to say next at Sulu's greeting, his mouth opening and closing almost like a fish out of water. However, anything he may have spoken was cut short by the arrival of Cree.

Seeing her familiar blue head of hair made him sick to his stomach, and McCoy immediately had to look away. She had been one of them, one of the people he had let down and let die in his hallucinations or whatever the hell they had been.

His fingers gripped the fabric of his pants, before he swallowed, hardly, and immediately stood.

McCoy started walking, not looking back at either of them as he headed to the Ravenclaw dorms. He couldn't deal with this right now, living fears was one thing, confronting them was another. And when McCoy wanted to get lost, he got lost.

There was a perfectly fine sofa in Ravenclaw, anyways. One where he wouldn't have any company.

Baaaw, I am sorry for confusing you, Eppy. ;;

[wantyoursong]

"Leonard..." Cree watched him go with a heavy heart, twisting her fingers into her shirt, but she didn't have the strength to follow him. She'd have to find him later and make sure that he was okay.

Now wasn't the time.

Instead she turned back to Sulu, giving him a wry smile as she slid onto the bed next to him. "Me? Oh, yeah, I'm... great. You, though." Cree turned to look him over again, reaching over to cup his cheek. "You look like crap, Hikaru. What stuff did you get yourself into?"

It didn't matter how she felt, especially since the only thing she had to face was that wicked witch, who had threatened her so that she would become stronger. Crazy ghost.

It's okay bb. I STILL LOVE YOU.

[chairisinpark]

Sulu would have to go up and find McCoy later. He'd drag Jim along with him, and they'd tackle Bones and do something distracting. Possibly some form of gambling. And break out that bottle of firewhiskey Sulu had been hoarding for three months. This seemed like a good occasion for it.

"Just a flesh wound." He tried to smile. He really, really did. Mostly he just tipped his head into Cree's palm and closed his eyes for half a second. "I'm okay. I just tripped and fell down some stairs."

Falling. He shuddered.

"Want some of this? I can't drink it." He offered her his cup.

8DDD OMG, YAAAAY, LOVE!

[wantyoursong]

"A couple of flesh wounds," she corrected him, brows drawn together in worry. Why hadn't anyone gotten over to him to heal him yet? Then again... Glancing around the room, she didn't really spot any healers and definitely not any of the nurses. "Does it hurt?" Her hand lingered on his cheek a moment more before pulling it away and folding it in her lap.

Cree looked at the cup, giving him a crooked smile. "What's in it?"

SO MUCH OF IT.

[chairisinpark]

He has more under his shirt, bruises and scratches, and he knew he was lucky to have walked away with just that. But there was no good way to tell Cree exactly how many times he felt himself hit the ground at a frighteningly high velocity, with all the agony such a thing entailed, so he shook his head at her, wishing she'd left her hand on his cheek. "Not really. I'll be fine in a couple days."

He wanted to be. He was very quietly willing himself to be, but he had a sinking feeling in his stomach that it was going to take more than that to make things perfectly fine again.

"Just tea." He said sadly. Sulu typically reserved his alcohol consumption to occasions where the staff couldn't waltz in and find him, but this sort of thing called for a little more than tea. Pity the Moogles couldn't supply anything. "But it's good."

[wantyoursong]

It was probably for the best that he didn't tell Cree exactly what had happened to him. She would have felt awful, well, worse than she did now, knowing that at some point she had withdrawn because of her own stupid fear. Not that she would have been able to help him. After all, she was pretty useless. "Maybe we should get you a healer or something."

Leaning over, she pressed her lips to his temple softly, understanding that the fear aspect of this experience was going to be harder to recover from. She had to keep forcing herself to not touch her throat in order to make sure that she was still able to speak.

"Ugh. I hate tea." Alcohol would have been great. She could really go for a drink right now. Glancing around, she spotted a familiar head of spiky hair. "Re~en!" Cree had to keep from smiling when her voice rose in pitch. "You should see if you can get me a coffee."

cutting in now~ Hope you don't mind

[chainedlotus]

And in the loud, crowded room, Ren could still hear his name being called and looked up to see Cree smiling at him. “Coffee?” He raised an eyebrow at the request, “I don’t get a proper hello and you’re already demanding I serve you drinks?” Still, he stood up, leaving the book he was reading on the couch and grabbed a mug off the far end of the table to bring to his friend. It was good to see she was okay though so, getting her a drink wasn’t a horrible ordeal and maybe have a chance to talk to her. They were good friends and, after these last few days, he just wanted to make sure Cree was fine.

Approaching her and the boy she was sitting next, he glanced at the cup in her hand and frowned. “You already have a drink. Finish that first,” Ren said, taking a sip of the coffee in his hand that she wanted.

I mind >[ BUT NOT REALLY<3

[chairisinpark]

Sulu just assumed he would never find a way to keep up with Cree. One minute, she was kissing his temple, and the next she was calling Ren over. And Ren was...Ren. Who knew Cree liked strawberries and made her face light up like a Christmas tree when he crossed the room with a cup of coffee in his hand. Sulu dragged a hand through his hair, quietly fighting the urge to follow Bones' example and scoot out of the Slytherin common room. He settled for fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt, turning his head to examine the collection of students on the other side of the room.

[wantyoursong]

Cree, despite being told to drink the tea in her hand, reached out for the cup of coffee, pouting slightly as she waited for it. "You can drink this. I don't like tea, and I need something stronger." If the girl's face was lighting up like a Christmas tree, it was at the prospect of a cup of nice, hot, strong coffee. Not Ren. Who didn't embody any of those qualities. "Please, Ren." She kept reaching for it, acting more like a child than a young woman.

"Oh, yeah. Ren, you know Hikaru, right?"

Sulu really had nothing to worry about when it came to Ren. Whatever they had in the past was where it belonged: in the past. Dude was more like her brother. Her obnoxious brother drinking her coffee.

[chainedlotus]

Hey, way back when she thought he was nice and hot. Strong was still debatable but, well Cree’s opinion of him wasn’t as important as it used to be and, really, who wants to be compared to coffee for anything other than it being addictive? He gave a short laugh as she reached for the cup in hand and shrugged in response to her whining. “Well, because you said please,” Ren gave her a small grin and switched mugs, mostly because he knew how much she hated the taste of tea.

Glancing over at the other guy Ren nodded, “Kinda. Don’t think we’ve talked much before now.” Even with all the stuff that was in the past between him and Cree, Ren’s current relationship with his girlfriend was well known enough to mark him as not being a threat.

[chairisinpark]

Sulu knew this. He knew, Ren was with Catty and they were happy and all the usual things, but that didn't do much to ease the anxious little knot in his stomach. Especially not at the moment.

"Just the one time." Sulu said, remembering Ren's advice on his journal, rubbing the back of his neck. If he kept shifting around he was going to accidentally collapse the cot he and Cree were sitting on, so he forced himself sit still. "Uh. Yeah."

Yay, awkwardness. Way to be, Sulu.

[wantyoursong]

It wasn't back in the day anymore, but she did have to admit that he was still pretty hot. For being her spirit brother, or whatever people called things like that. Soul Twins? "Yay," Cree breathed out softly, taking a deep whiff of the beverage before taking a sip. "Thank you." God, this was good. Could have been a lot better, maybe stronger, but still good in its own right. Next time she'd ask for a latte.

"Oh." She sat back, trying to not lean on Sulu, aware of his injuries. "Well, Ren's one of my best friends. You guys should hang out sometime. Y'know?" Another sip. Cree liked when the guys in her life got along... Even if, most of the time, that never happened. And at least Ren wasn't going to breathe down Sulu's neck.

Like Rail would.

[chainedlotus]

Ren blinked at Sulu stating they spoke before. When was that? Ren only knew of him because he recognized him to be on one of the Quidditch teams so, when have they spoken before? Just took a brief glance at Cree before he remembered. “Oh right. The strawberries.” So this was the guy who asked Cree out. Not much to compare him to her ex but, that was likely a good thing.

Taking a sip of the tea he now acquired, he grimaced a bit at the taste. He never would get used to drinking English style tea. “Are you just saying we should hang out because we’re both friends with you?” Ren gave Cree an accusing look. He already tried that once when he met Rail. It didn’t work that well.