worries_me

If you haven't reached me there is a good chance I'm dead, or simply hiding from you.




ooc: this is the contact post for Bones here, or me. we're both open for RP and AU verses. ^^

Unpredictable in every way, dammit man.


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He was glad that Spock hadn't protested the idea. But they weren't going have much time, and on top of that they would have to make sure that whatever they did couldn't have lasting effects. At least, not to McCoy.

"Couch, couch." As great as second attempt at desk sex would be, comfort could be a good thing. He stuck close to Spock, hands going straight to his pants and working the buckle undone. There were a lot of things that he may have wanted to say, but Spock wasn't exactly the kind of person you said that stuff to.

"Dammit, I can't-" His hands were actually shaking unsteadily. Did he need him that bad?

She's just so damn young, Jim.

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Leonard went back to his own cabin to metaphorically lick his wounds. He wasn't sure what to think about his parting with Spock. He didn't feel as used as he thought he would. Maybe that would have made it easier.

He cleaned himself off slowly in the shower and then wrapped a towel around his waist. His room was a little warmer that usual, he set it that way.

Leonard picked up a PADD and sat down, when all else failed, he could just use work to distract himself.

He'd gone too far. Pushing Jim into rescuing Spock. He knew he was going to pay for this somehow, and very likely the price would be all he had. Right now, however, McCoy couldn't care. It was as if some demon had a hold on his chest and squeezed tightly the moment they'd heard that Spock was captured.

Whatever happened on that planet was a mystery. He was only supposed to go down and trade for parts that the ISS Enterprise needed. They were supposed to be contacts and allies of his, not the enemy.

McCoy knew that the chances that Spock was still alive were slim to none, however there was something. An unreasonable, illogical, voice that promised him Spock was still there. And needed him.

Jim, we need to do something.

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Guess it's back to work now.

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Their last night wasn't what McCoy expected, or at least the last night they'd have until this could be undone, if it could be undone. He figure Spock would have wanted to use the opportunity for sex, and he really didn't object to that idea. But as always, Spock surprised him. They didn't talk much at all, maybe they didn't need to.

There could be no apologies between them, their world didn't admit that kind of weakness.

So there was just a silence, not uncomfortable, but not easy either. And touching each other slowly. Nothing more than they hadn't already done, but different all the same. Knowing it could be the very last time.

McCoy hadn't wanted to sleep. He wanted to lay with Spock and watch his chest rise and fall. But he had no control over exhaustion, and eventually it claimed his time.

He woke up with a sense of dread. Which more than likely was from the knowledge that he was about to change hands yet again, this time to Marlena's whim. And who knew what she would do to him before she gave him back to Jim.

He felt a little foolish, having brought a few changes of clothes and some sleeping pants to Spock's quarters. Now back to it's normal, high temperature. It was a good thing that McCoy had gotten used to sleeping in stilted summer nights in Georgia. Otherwise the atmosphere might just have thrown him off his routine completely.

Strange to think that all of this change had only taken place a handful of days ago. And already he was forgetting what it was like to sleep in his own room. Well, after the novelty wore off a bit, maybe Spock would send him away when it came to the actual sleeping part of the evening. But until then, McCoy made up his mind to enjoy the little bubble that they seemed to create when it was just them.

He hadn't even heard from Jim in a day, that was a little unsettling, though he tried not to show it.

*prepares a hypo* Now listen, Scotty...

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McCoy wasn't sure what to think anymore.

He was angry, yes. But he didn't really have a right to be angry. Spock had been after Jim from the first, and he'd even been honest about it, as honest as anyone could be expected to be. And Jim.. well, McCoy had never suffered the delusion that Jim was the kind of man who could be faithful to one person. He'd never required Jim to be so.

Why should he expect differently of Spock? Especially when this had all been just an arrangement to begin with.

He set his shirt and pants down neatly to the side and started the water. Spock would probably want it hot, and McCoy didn't mind that. He wasn't sure what was going to happen now. Spock didn't need him anymore.

And Jim would be angry at him for even attempting to leave. He'd have to make due on his own. Though Scotty's lesson on that was still very fresh.

*fixing his busted lip, hisses softly*

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Official notice: Hypos regulated, effective immediately.

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McCoy hadn't been this nervous in ages. He was finally breaking a cycle. He cared about Jim a great deal, he was loyal to the man. But he was worried for his own safety when Jim couldn't see just how dangerous things were for people who weren't him.

He carried a simple PADD and some record chips. He imagined that Spock would not object to a late night of work. Especially when the profits of the work were intended to go to him. Payment, McCoy would say. For striking the current deal they had. Spock's protection for valuable information. The Commander was the only one who could reasonably make a good cover, in order to refuse Jim's persistent attentions.

Spock had been right, there were plenty of witnesses that saw him head to the Commander's door and announce himself.

Message received, Marlena. And I understand.


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Rest doesn't come easy for them.

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