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mind meld with Spock had left him even more anguished and confused than before. Jim was out there and he was hurting. Being tortured, being fucking broken by some madman and he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Bones headed toward the Captain's quarters. Still not his room, not yet, not without Jim on board. He sat down at the table to work on
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Nothing had gone right, but now, possibly, the tides were turning. Soon Jim and George would be back and safe. They would have time to bond. Sam would have a chance to judge the Doctor under fair conditions. He'd be free to pursue a different path in his life, as much as that scared him.
A couple of crew members wandered in and stopped his contemplation after several hours. Knowing he could not return to it, Sam nodded to them and left.
Sam was just as surprised to see McCoy in the room as McCoy was to see him. He halted at the door, unsure whether to give the man his privacy, or continue in.
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"Hello," he said softly - the first time he'd used his voice since the meld, hours before. Still in his workout clothes, he looked sweaty and exhausted, and not just from the run. "Just came in to pick up some things."
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Sam was still stuck in the doorway. To go in felt as if he was violating McCoy's privacy. Something had happened in the Doctor's meeting with Spock. His curiosity won out over the feeling of guilt.
"Did you find out anything from the Commander?"
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"We, um, did one of those -" he touched his head in the place where Spock's hand had been, "- mind melds, the way the Vulcans share information with each other. We tried to reach him," he told Sam with a deep sigh.
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