You could travel the world, but nothing comes close to the Golden Coast... [Bones, Spock, Jim]
The previous day had been long and emotional - a wedding, a party, then getting taken rough against a wall by Jim before collapsing into a deep, coma like sleep. Bones hadn't felt anything change, didn't notice when the ship passed though some temporal disturbanceThe next morning Bones began sliding out of his slumber, reaching out to spoon himself
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Then the elevator doors opened, and he was hustled out of the lobby and out the front door.
He was going to that huge building across the street from the hotel, the one he saw from the hotel room. They crossed the highway at the corner, Bones coughing, his nose immediately irritated at the smell of the combustion engines everywhere. And it was hot, fucking hot, like he remembered from back home, but there wasn't any time to sit and feel the sun on him because Jake was hustling him fast into that building.
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What kind of activities was this Mister Quinto involved in? He vaguely remembered his previous dream, and Quinto hadn’t seemed so strange before.
Spock was vaguely aware that he was being hurried along from one end of the convention center to the other, but as he passed one of the doors, he stopped short, examining the people listed on the panel inside. Karl Urban.
“Mr. Quinto-”
“I desire to view this panel.” Spock said sharply.
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Bones was lost, fuck it all, and at this point he wasn't sure he'd be able to find his hotel room again even if he could manage to shake Jake, who had a much stronger grip than Bones would have guessed.
"Good luck, sir," Bones heard the young man say, then opened a door for him. Bones felt himself being pushed through it, and all of a sudden a voice over loud speakers filled his ears. "We can't say yet who the villain is going to be because we haven't' fully decided yet." The man speaking looked at another man sitting over next to him and laughed - Bones would have bet that whatever they were talking about, they ( ... )
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He ignored Britney. He stepped forward quickly, out of her reach, and pulled on the door (unlocked), and slipped in. The room was dark save for the stage, and there was Leonard with some other people he didn’t recognize. Unfortunately, the light in from the hallway illuminated him, and the people near the back of the room, who then turned to see who it was.
Along with everybody else in the room.
The shrieks were immediate, piercing and loud and almost making him wince (though Quinto was sufficiently deaf for this situation), along with nearby yells of “oh my god!” and “it’s Zachary Quinto!” and “why is he here?” and extended yells of “SPOOOOOCK!” that reminded him too much of another, equally crazed man.
Then he felt a hot spotlight pick him out from the crowd, and the moderator saying something along the lines of, “Well, ladies and gentleman, say hello to Zachary Quinto.”
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He heard the people behind him shuffling around, someone called out for another chair, and it looked like Spock was being led towards the front panel of speakers.
The atmosphere of the room was electric. It had been excitable before, but now, with the entrance of Spock, or Quinto, or whoever the fuck he was, everyone was talking, unable to keep their enthusiasm down.
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They didn't ask him questions right away, and Spock watched with interest as the unknown people on the table, and then another one to Leonard, before finally they zoned in on some hyper-excited girl wearing a mockery of his blue command shirt, clutching at the microphone for dear life.
"So, uh, Mr. Quinto, how much do you, uh, know about the mating ritual of, um, Pon Farr?"
He blinked, and it took a great deal more control not to quirk an eyebrow at it. Yet, how to answer, how to not actually be himself but this Quinto individual -- contractions. Casual speak. "I'm familiar with it."
"How comfortable would you be, if, like, it were, um, a part of the next movie?"
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His reaction, though, was noted by the moderator, who chimed in with a "You look like you have something you'd like to add, Mr Urban."
Bones bit his lip and shook his head, trying not to let the tittering chuckles of the crowd get into his head. Don't get pissed off. "No, I'm just as interested as y'all in hearing Mr Quinto's response over there," he said, turning in his chair to face Spock.
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"I don't believe they would have to cover it explicitly," he explained, drawing his hands apart from each other. "And it depends when it happens. Seven years is a large...window." He hated this. "But if I have to, I'll do it." Speaking like some solai-zupsu. At least he wouldn't have to do this again.
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Jesus. Bones lifted his hands and just put his face in them.
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And then he looked to the moderator, next question, please. He prodded sympathetically at Leonard's bond.
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In his own time, among the people who actually knew what was being talked about, such a topic wouldn't be tossed around so lightly. Dying, katra transference, sacrifice...he didn't even talk about it with Jim, back when they had been discussing their plans with the Narada and the Ambassador's ship, how he was two seconds away from obliterating himself and wouldn't have cared either way.
He still would have done the same thing.
"I think we can explore new story-lines," Spock attempted to direct the conversation, but his thoughts were still caught on that katra subject, "but I think Spock and Bones--" Oh, that felt so strange. "--could arrive at a point where Spock could trust him with his katra, in that event." He tried to mimic the way they butchered the word. It felt even stranger. "Don't you agree, L--Karl?" The potential mix up was just a breath not even truly voiced before it was quickly smoothed over.
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Bones thought he knew what a katra was, but- that didn't make any sense. There were a handful of people on board that Spock would trust more with this than him. There were glasses of water in front of the speakers, so he picked his up, took a big drink. How much longer were they going to be here?
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"A lot of things here are different from that 'original' universe," Bones began slowly, not liking at all this idea that the other guys were the 'real ones' while he and his friends and family were some sort of 'new guys'. "But from what I know about the other Jim and McCoy and Spock, it took time for them to get to that point where they were a team. They worked together for a while, years even, trust coming slowly between them all, us in particular," he glanced over at Spock, a small smile on his face. "I don't see that happening different, but... I do see it happening. Just... give us some time ( ... )
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He didn't see how this question was relevant to the purpose of the panel, and Spock would have told her so if it was his own identity he was using. Fortunately for Quinto, he accepted it in stride. Humans.
"It depends on the outfit," he explained simply, and for now that was actually the truth from him, as Spock. He had no idea what Quinto did. "I own a mixture of both."
Then he looked to Leonard.
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