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Beware the Kobayashi Flappu

Wait unrequited love and illnesses and tragic deathfics aren't fun???

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Oh my god was there stealth McCarol in here? <333

"Jim," McCoy muttered into his bourbon. He rubbed the vein which had begun to throb uncontrollably in his temple. "It stopped being funny a half hour ago." 

"Spock me Amadeus."

"No."

"Jailhouse Spock."

"NO."

"I wanna Spock."

"Yes, Jim," McCoy said. "We all know that. Why don't you march yourself down to the science labs and just tell him already?"

"I don't think he's interested," Jim mumbled.

"He's been humming 'Fly me to the moon' all week when he thinks he's alone in the lab," Carol said. "I've caught him three times."

Jim brightened. "Yeah?"

"Cross my heart," she said. 

Breeeeeeee *wibbles* I love it.

this is so cute i am going to SCREAM

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It was David who first noticed them and the eight-year-old swore. "Holy fucking shit."

"Language." Bones grumbled but looked up to where his son pointed and promptly swore as well.

Two men, Jim and Bones' doppelgangers, were stepping out onto the porch of the farmhouse in front of them.  

Jim dropped Abby gently on her feet and pushed her behind him, barking at Davie to do the same. "Funky town." He told the kids and Davie, with wide eyes, nodded and took his sister's hand.

"Daddy?" Abby whispered, her small and adorable little brow furrowing.

He reached down and kissed her forehead. "It'll be okay."

They never took chances with the kids. At the first opportunity they had planned for everything based on what they had seen on the Enterprise and any other nightmares they could imagine. Funky town was the simplest escape root. Bones was to take the kids and run. Jim knew his husband didn't like the idea of leaving him behind any more than Jim liked the idea of letting them go, but this was survival and sometimes survival was cruel. 

Jim squeezed Bones hand before walking forward, wishing like hell he had his phaser. 

Of course, it didn't look particularly menacing, this farmhouse. In fact, it looked like one of the locations him and Bones had thought about moving the brood too, if they hadn't stayed in the Victorian. But he had learned, often the hard way, that things that looked normal were often quite the opposite. He hoped he was wrong, this time. 

He shrugged his shoulders up and down, knowing that approaching while tense was not a good way to begin. He winked at Bones, feeling the tension rolling off of him in waves. 

He then stepped forward, walking across the road to the edge of the property, just by the mailbox. 

The closer he got, he realized that there were subtle differences between these men and the man that Jim saw in the mirror and in Bones. Was it less or more stress lines? At least the fact that they were at each other's side was a universal constant. He smiled at that. 

"Heya. Guessing this looks about as weird to you as it does to us. We come in peace?"

It was an offering. If they were normal, not alternate universe psychopaths, they would react a certain way. If they pulled out phasers and shot at Jim, then they clearly were hostile and Jim needed to protect his family. He just hoped he wasn't dead before he could do it. 

So he smiled, his eyes scanning the paint on the house and the curtains in the window, how he could get a glimpse into the living room from the large window right where other Jim stood. It looked like the furniture they had in the Victorian. 

He made sure to spread his arms just a bit in a I-swear-I'm-not-armed gesture. If he were in the Victorian and some lookalikes appeared outside of the door, that would be his chief concern.