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Spock and McCoy || Told You So

          mccoy had been so focused on other things, he hadn't even noticed the black substance on him until it seeped into his clothing, feeling cold and sticky against his skin. and that's when he glanced down, a disgusted look crossing his features. when had this--? "good gods! what th' hell is this thing, a land lubbin' octopus wannabe?!" while there was no immediate effect on his skin or health, mccoy started to peel away the vest, trying to mop up what tar had gotten on his skin. he was so not amused right now.              the quirk of the brow from spock did not go unnoticed by mccoy, but he held back any snippy retorts to defend himself. when the vulcan began trotting away like some stiff, proud show pony, mccoy rolled his eyes and followed him, all the while still trying to pull his shirt off without getting any more tar on himself. the sun was becoming unbearable, though mccoy was known to detest the heat in general. a small groan escaped his lips as he trailed behind spock.                he was getting too damn old to run places in such weather conditions, and he prayed silently that they would reach the canyon soon. a slight tingling sensation crossed his chest, where the tar had smothered on his skin. it wasn't highly alerting, but it was slowly becoming slightly discomforting. the tingling also vibrated along his fingers and hands, where he had also gotten tar from trying to clean off the rest of the black substance.          paying no heed to it, he simply wrapped his shirt and vest and placed them atop his head to shield his scalp from the sun. his footing faltered slightly, but the man was in no mood to fall behind. it was just the heat... all he needed was some shade... and some water... once they had finally reached their destination, the tingling had become so bothersome, mccoy all but practically flung himself against the first rock he saw with slight shade. "god damn, good fer nothin' hnnrghh..." his words became muffled as he fished for his water reserve, trying to will away the sensation now expanding over his whole body. turndownforspock

Spock and McCoy || Told You So

        it wouldn't be a western move without a twirl of his gun. even if spock wasn't looking, that's exactly what mccoy did, if only to satisfy his own needs. it wasn't every day he got to play hero and be acknowledged for it. especially from spock. he was a doctor, damnit! but he wouldn't mind being a cowboy either. would he live a stand-off? who knew... mccoy placed the phaser back on his belt and shifted his attention to the alien beast.         instead of hounding on spock about doubting his abilities, mccoy focused on looking around them for any possible means of a hiding place. besides, spock doubted everyone for just about everything anyway. something about his logic refusing him to appreciate humans or something like that... "oh spock, put that damn thing away. it ain't gonna be helpin' us any time soon. it couldn't detect that alien, it sure as hell ain't gonna detect anythin' else. looks like ya brought a defected tricorder."          with slow movements, the man made his way over to the alien unconscious on the ground. with his hands on his hips, he nudged at the form with his toe, a scowl crossing his features. no doubt there were more where it came from, and for a brief moment he hoped the rest of the crew was surviving while he was stuck with the talking computer. the creature suddenly shifted, nearly scaring the wits out of the doctor.            "yeah. well let's hurry it up, spock. i don't wanna be 'round for this bugger to wake up." sapphire hues lifted, squinting against the blazing sun. they were in the middle of a desert but that didn't mean there wouldn't be canyons.... right? mccoy spotted a mound of blurred brown in the distance, and lifted a hand to shield his eyes to get a better look. "if we get a move on, we could get to those canyons before this guy realizes we knocked him out."

Spock and McCoy || Told You So

          i suggest this. i retort that. i'm a damn green-blooded, pointy eared hobgoblin who runs on nothing but logic and i need to get  l a i d. if he had had the time, mccoy would have surely groaned when spock yelled out to him. of course his phaser was in working condition! it wasn't like mccoy to just shimmy on down to an unknown planet with a defect weapon! keeping his pace steady, but fast, the doctor pulled at the phaser on his belt, working to change the setting as he ran.         well, if he wasn't going to die of old age and brittle bones, he may as well go out in a blazing glory like the ol' westerns, right? some western this was turning out to be. what kind of nonsense was this, with cowboy outfits and rabid aliens anyway? mccoy pointed the phaser over his shoulder, then ruled the fact that he might hit spock if he wasn't paying attention.           god damnit! with a quick twirl on his heels, mccoy faced the other way, but ran backwards as steadily as he could. "duck, spock! duck!" he screeched out, aiming the phaser and firing. he prayed to all gods he wouldn't trip and fuck this up.

A Fight Over Custody || notanescalator

Nothing could possibly backfire from that at all. Khan was a ruin-er of things and this moment may have been included but it was… awkward to be presented with a moment where his feelings needed to surface. Maybe his doctor would understand.

There was really only one person he wanted to punch really hard, and it was no secret that Jim was that person. Jim, ever the endless annoyance in McCoy's life, and yet the brightest star as well. Now, if McCoy knew he could get away with punching Khan for his last remarks, he would definitely not hesitate to do it. Oh how he just wanted, for once, to let his fist bare a mark on the Augment's flawless face. To have it displayed, even for a short moment with the man's unique ability to quick healing, and shown that Khan wasn't the only one with the ability to bruise another physically. Yet at the same time, McCoy knew his words weren't meant to be taken ill. Khan was never one for the right sayings when it came to personal feelings. Unless it involved anger and hatred, possibly irritability. Much like McCoy himself. This was a very dangerous game the two were playing. A game far more dangerous than the perils of what lay unknown in the vast, unlimited quantum's of space. Regardless, both men knew and understood this, and here they were trying to patch each other back together. McCoy wanted his words to be taken seriously, and all Khan managed to do was attempt to make an extremely weak, irritating joke. Was it a joke, even? Surely the Augment knew exactly what McCoy meant when he murmured the words that openly showed his fear of losing Khan. Teasing was a norm with the stronger man. Teasing the doctor endlessly ever since he came upon the Enterprise for his rehabilitation. A small coo sounded, ripping McCoy from his thoughts, reminding him that the Tribble was still around and listening to this entire conversation. His face flamed, and he resisted the urge to be angry at Khan for ruining a perfectly serious moment. It seemed as though he were making the doctor make the decisions that would ultimately decide their relationship from here on out. A responsibility he didn't think he could handle alone. McCoy willed himself to remain calm. For once, don't let his emotions rule him. "If you want me to leave, then I will." There was no way in hell he was going to leave unless the Augment specifically said so. They both knew that if it truly were up to McCoy, he'd end up being in the room all night until the next shift. Now the choice laid in Khan's hands.

A Fight Over Custody || notanescalator

“It’s a good thing I’m so fond of you."

Despite his best efforts, McCoy had let out a quiet chuckle at the last sentence. Before, he was about to pull away when he felt the affection the other left on his nose. Not one of violence this time, as he was still healing from the incident. The doctor knew that it was meant as a silent apology on the Augment's part. Perhaps even his own confession of sorts as well? McCoy wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around Khan; to bury his face against the other man's shoulder. Always was, indeed, a very long time. Time that McCoy had no qualms about giving to Khan willingly. He had spent all his life with a person who broke him before running away to a place he had no interest in. Space was a continuous strip of the unknown and danger. Yet it was the only place the doctor could escape to in hopes of finding peace and putting himself back together. It had been a long ride since he first signed up. Now he stood in a dark room, leaning against the one individual who meant everything to him. Achieving that sense of true comfort in another person was rare. The kind of comfort that one could not live without with a meaning more than simple friendship. He had found it in the most unlikely of places, and yes, in the most unlikely of people as well. Often times he thought about where he would be if he had not joined Starfleet. Hell, if he had not been assigned to the Enterprise. What would he be doing? Who would he be holding? Who would he be confessing his undying love to? It was all a matter of time and place, and for once, McCoy was grateful he had made himself come out to space. Watching the stars wisp by, planets orbiting each other, rings of broken rubble. The possibility of tragic death, and yet also the wondrous possibility of beautiful life not yet discovered. Comparing his current feelings of fear mixed with adoration with his thoughts of space was the only thing he could think of. He had not thought he'd find solace and comfort in another being for a long time. Especially not here, of all places. Not with the one man who had caused to much death and despair amongst Starfleet. In his mind, he was hoping, wishing, dreaming that Khan and he would be looking back upon this moment in the far future, laughing about how childish they seemed to be acting around each other. Khan was going to outlive him without a doubt, if they managed to survive to old age. Bones didn't care about that. He only cared about here and now. About staying alive so he could be near the Augment. Not knowing what to say in response, McCoy leaned more against Khan, as if using the man as a shield for some unknown danger. He was still afraid of all the possibilities. "Please don't leave."