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[get_me_a_drink]

That's a depressin' thought y'got there.

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free to ignore.

[astromath]

Hmm? Oh no, I don't think so. It might be nice if it was, actually.

lmao I could never ignore a hg2tg muse

[get_me_a_drink]

Yer' telling me the destruction of Earth hadn't bothered you in th'slightest? Now see here; I'm a doctor, not a theoretical physicist, an' I don't know how this alternate reality thing works. But it's got to be at least a little distressin' that yer' whole damn planet's gone!

damn straight douglas adams represent.

[astromath]

It is. I mean, I'm sure it is. But it just feels too big. When I think about the little things I'll never see again, like my landlord's dog or Starbucks coffee, that hurts. But the Earth as a whole concept, in itself, all the little things together, coffee and dogs and highways and ozone, it's almost like it can't even have happened, so how am I supposed to react to it?

i was always partial to zaphod. (in the book, anyways)

[get_me_a_drink]

[Mutters] Post-traumatic-stress-disorder'll do that t'ya. [Sniffs, then straightens out a little, crossing his arms] Anyway yer' feelin's take you, I 'sppose. But if it does come around t'bother you, don't try to fight that, because when y'do finally feel the full brunt of your planet bein' obliterated, it's goin' t'be nasty. Trust me, I have a, ah, acquaintance that still tries t'play off his planet bein' destroyed as water under the bridge 'rsomethin'.

[mccoy_joanna]

What that I'll die alone or that I'll end up like you and mom?

[get_me_a_drink]

Yer' not going t'do either, an' you may be an adult, Joanna, but that gives you no right t'meddle in issues that aren't yer' own.

[mccoy_joanna]

It could happen to anybody. And besides, I'm not meddling. I'm just stating the obvious.

[get_me_a_drink]

No, y'are meddling Joanna, an' y'best stop. Anythin' could happen t'anyone, but that's not going to happen to you, and it's a lot more complicated between yer' mother an' I than I can tell you, sweetheart. [Though he's using a term of endearment, his smile his thin, his words tight, tension sparking between his shoulders]

[boldlygoingkirk]

Depressing, maybe - but just you wait, it'll happen.

[get_me_a_drink]

[Fists his shirt an wrenches him forward] I'm not waitin' fer' anythin', jackass; if you die, I'm comin' with you. [Rests his forehead against Jim's] Damn the rest of what we are; Jim, yer' my best friend, an' there's no way in Hell yer' dyin' alone.

[boldlygoingkirk]

Well, sure, I'd like to think that. [he's not quite resisting that hand dragging him forward, his eyes glancing up at Bones']

But it's inevitable. I've always known it, Bones. Since I was a kid.

[get_me_a_drink]

[That look kills him everytime Jim shoots it at him. That look of consenting, that look of being so utterly dead he doesn't care what's said to him. Bones does everything in his power to prevent himself from locking Jim in a bone-crushing embrace, and instead, speaks softly] It's not inevitable. If that's what happened in the other reality, so be it. But our future, it's different. You yer'self said things weren't going this way, not from what you heard.

It's not goin' t'happen like that; you an' me are goin' t'be stuck together for a long, long time, right up until there ain't no more time, and then some. Whether you like it or y'don't.

[ifiturnshootme]

It happens.

[get_me_a_drink]

Doesn't matter if it happens John, th'bottom line is it shouldn't happen. Parents should be there for their children. [Sighs and lets his eyes flutter closed, appreciating the silence par the slight humming on the observation deck] Can I tell y'somethin', Reaper?

[ifiturnshootme]

They can't do that if they're dead.

[He moves to stand close to Leonard]

Of course you can.

[get_me_a_drink]

[Sighs, and glances down. Quietly, he completes his thought] Ah' know. Oh Lord, John, trust me, Ah' know. 'mparents just... 'mpa... he... he died when Ah was in my twenties. An' ma...? Ah dunno, never knew her. Died givin' birth t'me. An' pa was never much of a father, as much as Ah hate t'say it. Ah' know what it's like; it's nothin' t'just brush over though.

[transwarp_beam]

Sorry, sorry, s'just gettin' to me a bit. 'Course we'll get out'a this. It's fixable [sounds like he's not sure who he's trying to convince]

[get_me_a_drink]

It's fine Scotty, 'sjust a little concernin'. Y'know me though... [Offers up a smile, albeit a morbid one] ...ain't afraid t'be told bad news, nor am I 'fraid t'give it out. It's part of mine, and your job.

But, knowin' you, you'll fix it. Y'could build a spaceship out of a damn pile of rocks, this'll be like child's play t'you.

[transwarp_beam]

I don't- [head in his hands] I can't fix this, doc. There's nothin' t'work wi', there's- I can't turn that pile'a slag back int'an engine. I'm no' that good, no-one is.

[get_me_a_drink]

Scotty. [Reaches over and grips his shoulder lightly] Scott. Pull yourself t'gether, y'are that good, an' yes y'can. Y'just need enough t'get us to a starbase. [Uses his other hand to tap Montgomery's temple with a pointer] Use yer' head, man. You've gotten us out of more difficult situations.