So I heard you like bad boys... [Leonard/Spock (and bonus Jim!)]

[dctr_mccoy]

Leonard had been to Spock's quarters several times for various reasons over the last year and a half, but never with such a heavy heart. Spock had truly seemed worried during their last communications. Jim's bit of information regarding Spock's relationship with his otherself was both alarming and intriguing and yet... knowing what he did about

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[cso_spock]

Sybok had graciously vacated the room for the entire evening, promising him privacy until the proverbial dawn.

("After that," he said, "I'll have to make sure your maidenhood is still in tact." And then Spock punched him in the face.)

The rest of the room remained as it had been the previous evening, though: candles on every odd surface, incense still burning within a makeshift wooden shrine, three columns carved and one a work in progress. He fixed the furniture so it did not appear so relaxed - including making both of their beds - and then lit one solitary candle on the bedside, already at the end of its lifetime, and waited. He was already determined to relax, and wore his meditation robe over his undergarments to force it, and it was heavy and warm and comforting.

Until he heard the chime and his blood ran cold.

Spock approached the door cautiously, took a breath, and then pressed the control to open it. "...Leonard."

[dctr_mccoy]

"Spock." Leonard hesitated a moment, then walked inside. Each member of the crew made their quarters more home-like. But Spock, his rooms were almost like stepping onto another planet. You could understand Spock a little better seeing him like this, in his robes and surrounded by his possessions, candles and tapestries.

It made Leonard smile to see him like this, except - Spock's face gave some hint as to the turmoil that must have been brewing underneath. He stood in Spock's living area, not sure if he should sit. "How are you?" he asked, a stupid question, but one that needed to be asked.

[cso_spock]

"Uninjured." Spock motioned to the sofa, urging Leonard to sit, and then he took a seat on it as well. "I trust you have recovered from your displacement."

He had heard of Leonard's injuries, and the time he had given Leonard for his recovery doubled as breathing room in his own meditation. Now he had to see if any of it had been effective.

[dctr_mccoy]

"Nothing that couldn't be fixed by a regen unit," he replied, sitting on the far end of the sofa. His arm rested against the thick cushion and he tried to read Spock's mental state from his expression, but it was useless. Something was wrong, and while Leonard suspected he had an idea what it was, he wasn't going to open his mouth and mention it first.

"The other Spock," Leonard couldn't help but chuckle a little at the memory of that other man with the long hair and even more serious expression - "well, I guess he eventually just felt sorry for me. Wanted to make sure I didn't get into too much danger."