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My friend was pretty much mortified and I honestly didn't know if I should be offended on his behalf or touched that someone I didn't even know was looking out for me. My friend dragged me out the door pretty quickly.
Which brings me to my prompt...
I want a battered Jim Kirk going on shoreleave with Spock/Bones and the exact same thing happening to them. Seriously. Because as horrifying as it was for us, it was still kind of hilarious (and have I mentioned horrifying?).
So, yeah. Please anon, my friend and I might never be the same after that and I want something to torture him with later...
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I am so glad there are women carrying around such cards and sticking their noses in. Yeah, it's awkward as hell in this situation, but I would take having that happen every day over having (even more) women (and occasionally men) not know how to get help.
Back to meme relevance: is your intent that he go with Spock/Bones, as in they are a threesome, or do you mean one of them.
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As for the meme, I'd intended it as Spock or Bones but a threesome wouldn't be frowned upon by me. :)
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umm anyway, I'd like to fill this. Would anon prefer 'epic friendship' (read: they'll never actually bang but are totally flirty and sexual) Kirk+McCoy or Kirk/Spock. My bunnies are leaning toward the first but I can totally swing the second as well.
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Kirk/McCoy would be spectacular if that's what you're leaning towards. I don't want to get in the way of your bunnies :)
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I'm about 1/2 way done with filling this. Probably will be up on sunday. Hopefully it's what you wanted!
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Typical.
So there we were, in this little place in San Francisco- home sweet home, once upon a time, and still a haven for the liberal and the sensitive after all these centuries. But anyway, yeah- shore leave, right? A well-earned break from getting the tar beaten out of us on various planets in far-flung reaches of the galaxy. It only seemed fair to reward the crew with some home time.
I was two days out of an encounter with the business end of a Klingon- black eyes, bruises, a busted-up lip, the whole nine yards. Bones kept at me to come to sickbay, but I rather like having to wear my injuries. It keeps me sane, reminds me to be smarter next time. And seeing him turn purple every time I wince at a sore muscle is just too much fun.
Fuck, I love the bastard.
So we had just finished our fifth round of drinks, right, and Bones and I were feeling the buzz, and Spock had just taken his sixth shot of chocolate vodka- I had to order him to drink the damn things because I'd be damned if my First Officer was staying sober- and everything was fine.
"You know," I said- well slurred, really, "You look damn sexy in this light, Bonesy." And I was leaning into him and touching his hair because really, who could resist that?
"Don't call me Bonesy, Jim," he growled in that fucking sexy way, and slapped me on the ass.
"Hey!" I shouted- don't listen to Bones, I did not squeal. James T. Kirk does not squeal.
And Spock was over in the corner going "Fascinating" as if we were a science project- and he was blushing a little green so I knew he was at least buzzed.
A few minutes later, someone tapped me on the shoulder- this kind of severe-looking woman who still somehow looked like a hippie. The most interesting thing about her was her eyes, how she didn't seem to recognize me as a big damn hero. It was refreshing.
"Can I help you?" I asked, because really, who interrupts a man while he's drinking? So she shoved this card in my hands and I saw it's called "Terrans Against Abuse" and had a comm number on it and fuck I thought, they think I'm a battered wife or something.
I gave her this look of "what the fuck?" and she leaned in, right, and started talking. "We can help you," and her hand was on my shoulder like I'm some delicate flower, "But you need to take the first step."
And my first thought was shit when did it get so hot in here but really I was turning the interesting color of ripe tomatoes, and then I thought hysterically at least she has a soothing voice- which she did. If I was a battered woman, that "really, don't jump, I'm here to help" voice would be soothing.
I sort of went, "Uh- I um... But I'm not- He doesn't," and I gestured to poor Bones, who totally heard the whole thing and looked like he wanted to jump off of a bridge. "He didn't do this."
"Okay," she said skeptically, in that same tone you use when a kid tells you he saw a monster in the closet, and squeezed my shoulder all reassuring. Then as she's walking away she shoots the worst fucking look at Bones- I guess she thought she was being subtle, but you could feel the raw hatred from across the room- and walked out. In all my days, I've never seen a lip curl quite that savagely, and I've worked with Klingons.
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I turned to Bones, hoping the damage wasn't too bad, and decide to ignore the looks we were getting from the tables just around us. All the damn color was drained from his face, the poor guy looked like a damn ghost.
"Damn it," he said, "She thinks I did this, she- that just ain't right, it's plain wrong is what it is," and I think he kept rambling but I sort of stopped paying attention because I fucking love it when his accent gets thick like that.
"With respect, Doctor," And goddamn, Spock must have plowed through five more shots while I was busy because the Vulcan was slurring, "It was a logical conclusion to come to."
Bones turned on him, nearly knocking his glass on the floor, and I could see it happening before it did. "Take your damn logic and stuff it up your green-blooded ass, you copper-bleeding sidewinder!"
As if we weren't getting enough weird looks, right?
"You're not really helping your case here, Bones," I said, grabbing his arm and realizing for the first time that hey, he's actually quite a lot bigger than me. "Come on, let's get out of here."
"Spock to Enter- to- Spock to Scotty," Spock said, using the nickname for the first time (damn, he needs to be drunk more often), "Beam us up."
And he would have, but he was at the bar next door, buying the Terran Against Abuse drinks. Apparently hickeys don't count as abuse.
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Though this does REALLY not help:
Bones turned on him, nearly knocking his glass on the floor, and I could
see it happening before it did. "Take your damn logic and stuff it up
your green-blooded ass, you copper-bleeding sidewinder!"
Thanks for the fun!
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And you're welcome~. It was fun to write.
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Hahaha Poor Bones! I'm the glad Scotty gets to reward the Terran Against Abuse for her hard work....and hopefully be told the whole story about how she tried to save a beat up blond man gruff abusive lover with a Vulcan nearby :) hahahaha I hope Scotty gets to share that story with the ship!
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