[ Things hadn't gone all that well the last time they'd camped out in a forest together, but thankfully this particular mission was going - mostly - according to plan.
This side of the planet was mostly uninhabited, and the bulk of the crew they'd brought were from medical looking to collect plants for healing studies. Sara and Leonard had stolen away on a walk by the lake under the thinly-veiled guise of seeking out shelter for the night, the clouds low and gray in the sky.
When they're far enough away from the crew, Sara slips her hand into Leonard's, glancing up as a roll of thunder rumbles in the distance. ]
Damn. They'll try and call us back soon, if it starts raining. [ She glances over at him, cocking a brow and switching her comm link off. ] Too bad we're out of range, huh?
[ Let's be perfectly honest here, Leonard definitely didn't come on this mission just to get a date away from the ship with Sara, but the fact that they get just a bit of time to spend on their own, even if it might only be for a short walk, is a plus. The mission's going well, nothing so far from him to worry about, and he's holding hands with a pretty woman. He can hardly think of things to complain about.
Well, for now anyway. Give him time.
That sound of thunder certainly gets him a little worried, though Sara's little comment, followed by her turning her comm link off, makes him chuckle. ]
Seems like going to too great lengths just to get me all to yourself, don't you think?
[ Truth be told, it's not like the Chief of Security usually goes on missions like this, but Sara'd made some excuse to the Captain about needing to stretch her legs after so much time in deep space. At this point, she's fairly sure Kirk sees through both her and Leonard's feeble excuses and explanations, but whether or not the two men have actually spoken about it, she's not sure.
Still, it's not like they get a lot of time to steal away together if they're not cooped up in each other's rooms, and walking hand-in-hand in the fresh air is a nice respite. Even if she's sure he'll inevitably find something to grumble about - especially with the rain looming.
At his question, she flashes him a grin, stopping in her tracks to pull him in closer. ]
You see right through me, Dr. McCoy. You're trapped now.
[ Oh, they've talked about it. Kind of hard to keep that kind of thing from Jim of all people, and besides, it's not like Leonard would. It would be different if Sara wasn't important to him in some way, but... well, at this point it's safe to say this is more than just some casual hookup. He wouldn't keep that kind of thing from his best friend. Besides, Jim can be surprisingly discreet when he wants to be, and Leonard trusts him.
Anyway, at least the rain hasn't reached them yet, so her little tug only makes his smile stretch wider, his free hand moving to rest on her waist. ]
Well, that just sounds terrible. And what are you gonna do with me now you got me?
[ Spock takes a deeeeeeep breath... and releases it.
His relationship with Dr. McCoy is an interesting one. The jabs and annoyances they send to each other is something Spock actually enjoys, and he gathers that the doctor is of a similar mind. But sometimes, those annoyances are less enjoyable.
Like now. ]
Doctor, I assure you once again that due to my unique physiology, I will recover from this illness at three times the rate of an average human. [ Never mind that that's a Vulcan statistic, which he's only half of, and that his voice comes out a little raw and nasally. Spock is not unaware of these, just like how he's pale and has a bit of temp. He just ignores them. ]
While I will admit that my physical performance has perhaps lessened by 3.48% at most- [ -at best- ] -my compacity for tasks of the mind is still at peak performance. Therefore, I see no reason for me to be off-duty. Will you please return my PADD now?
[ Their relationship is indeed a source of frustration and Dr. Leonard McCoy will take absolutely none of the blame for it. He knows Spock likes to be difficult with him just because, maybe he even enjoys it secretly, hell if he has any idea why he likes to frustrate him to no end.
But by God, does he. Goddamn bastard always leaving him at wits' end. Luckily, this is one situation where he's got the upper hand, in the sense that he can most certainly pull rank on Spock if he even tries to give him a headache. ]
Oh, let me guess, you're also the one of us two who went to medical school, and later specialized on xenomedicine. Got it, that must mean you're perfectly fine.
[ Spock better not try to get up, or else Leonard's pinning his shoulder back down on the bed. Again. ] Quit your whinin'. You're about thirty years too old for that crap. Now make yourself comfortable and let me take care of you.
[ Listen, this is usually a pass time for him, okay? Right now, Spock's debating the merits of bringing up the redundancy of McCoy's penchant for sarcasm. And yes, he absolutely tries to get up.
And he could, too, despite McCoy shoving him back down. He's strong enough to throw a human his size across the room... on a normal day. He could probably do it today. Doesn't much feel like it at the moment. ]
Three year old Vulcans do not whine, Doctor, much the same as I am not whining now. I am merely attempting to state facts that you are willfully ignoring. I can still perform my duties at optimum efficiency.
[ But hopefully he doesn't have to make his case for much longer because he's starting to go a little hoarse. ]
[ You know what, wrap up his redundancy in shiny glossy sarcasm paper and put a freaking bow on it, call it your Christmas present. As if Spock isn't one for redundant sass when he's feeling edgy (aka always.)
Also try and toss him across the room, see what happens. ]
Too bad you can't listen to yourself. I'm almost tempted to say your whinin' is enough to best Jim's when he's the one bedridden, but I don't want to test my luck. [ Which is already shitty to begin with. ]
Thankfully my professional experience doesn't depend on your say-so to determine whether my patients are fit for duty or not. [ A heavy, pointed pause, then he stares flatly at Spock. ] Unless you're claiming you don't trust my professional expertise and abilities as a doctor.
[ He's evidently not above guilt-tripping Spock into playing along. ]
According to his back, either he was getting old, or he had absolutely been sitting in his desk chair for far too long. He chose to believe the latter, because the former brought on an existential crisis he was not ready to face and he would get laughed at for besides. He was barely starting to creep up on his mid thirties.
He refused to groan as he straightened from checking the ties of the tent (because even self-erecting tents needed to be checked). Sunshine spotted in through thick leaf cover, the forests of this planet a strange mix of Earth jungle and conifer forests. Sounds abounded in a different way the the ship - chirps, clicks, twigs snapping, brush moving, the world just breathing around them rather than beeps and hydraulic hissing and boots on metal.
Leonard's back, on the other hand, was doing fine; probably something to do with the fact that Leonard had at least a little more experience with camping and general outdoor activities. Not that Jim didn't, mind, but he was more the type to overwork himself every time he got some free time. Hence the reason for this camping trip.
"What, you expected any different?" He shot Jim an amused look, eyebrow arched, as he tucked their backpacks into the tent, making sure the sleeping bags were straightened out before he zipped up the door again. "Alright, how about we go grab some logs for the campfire? We're gonna need that for later tonight. And for our dinner."
“You’re actually going to cook on an open fire in the middle of the woods?”
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It was kind of hot.
“At least tell me you brought the stuff for s’mores.”
"You didn't think I'd bring you all the way out here just to eat dry, stale rations, did you?"
It was cooked over a fire! Fire destroyed all the potential bacteria and viruses and anything else Leonard could possibly imagine. Plus, he brought perfectly conserved food, all in their perfectly airtight containers. As if he would ever risk Jim's or his own health, honestly.
"Who the hell did you take me for?" He scoffed, glancing sideways at Jim, and then grinning lopsidedly. "Course I brought the stuff for s'mores. Come on, let's go grab some decent logs for our fire."
He nudged at Jim's arm, moving along once he was sure his friend and Captain was keeping up by his side.
[ Despite the words, his voice comes out a little breathless, hushed in-between kisses because they still are in sick bay, after all. Granted, his office is private and safely locked, but it still doesn't change the fact that it's his place of work, and they're absolutely making out with her pressed back against the wall, his hand sneaking up her thigh. ]
And I'm supposed to be workin', you know.
[ Not that he seems terribly upset about taking a break. ]
( eve doesn't often wear a dress, though the planet that she'd been on had been a pretty warm climate, there'd been some function that she'd gotten caught up in and this dress might be leftover from the previous night. well, she hasn't slept, it's the same day for her, but the idea is there. and really, with his hand sneaking up her thigh she's getting pretty glad that she's in a dress for the convenience of it )
I thought you still were. ( there's a quicker press of a kiss, not wanting to lose his touch between the pause in her words ) Doing a-- very thorough check up.
( she's terrible, she knows, but it's been a damn long time since she's seen him (or anyone friendly) and she can't help but be caught up in his specific charms. besides, with the tight grip she's got keeping him pulled to her he wasn't going anywhere )
Jamie groaned softly as she pushed her face off of the pillow. The first night of ship wide shore leave was always wild. Especially if she didn't have any meetings with the higher ups to deal with. Her whole body was stiff and sore, but she didn't mind at all. She did mind the glaring sunlight that happened to be right in her eyes.
"What time is it?" She said, her voice scratchy as she sat up, her upper body bare. She wasn't embarrassed that she had slept with her CMO. It wasn't the first time they had fallen into bed together. It was the first time that she had woken up with more than a few marks on her back.
The fact that they kept falling into bed together wasn't really a good thing. He could only keep blaming alcohol and shore leave for so long, particularly as he kept looking forward to it when he knew what might happen.
Right now though, he was just too hungover to talk about it. He rolled onto his back, checking the time. "Still early," he mumbled, glancing over to Jamie. He reached out to touch her back with a frown. "You've got some marks."
Hearing that it was still early she decided to lay back down. She should have gotten them some water, but she didn't want to get up.
"We had a rough night. Don't regret it though," she muttered as she laid back down and snuggled back up to him. She got rather cuddly after sex. "Too early to get up."
The mission had not gone well. They'd been blindsided by bad faith negotiations, betrayed by the very allies they'd ventured out to rescue in the first place, and when the Captain had done exactly what the Captain always did, Sara had risked her own neck to bring him back in one piece.
Mostly one piece. They're both banged up badly, the Captain under heavy sedation after surgery, Sara sulking in her cot as she tolerates treatments and tests and poking and prodding into the early hours of the morning.
Groaning when the door hisses open again, she shifts uncomfortably in her bandages, struggling to sit up. "If one more person scans with me that thing, I will shove it so far up their ass it'll come up out of their mouth-"
At this point, getting these two back banged up from a mission seems almost par for the course. Not that he doesn't worry, because he does, but the shock and concern has worn off now that Jim's recovering from a procedure and Sara's evidently well enough to curse and threaten people.
He steps up to her bed, giving her a flat look and tilting his head. "I thought I might just heal your injuries. Unless you've got something against decent medical care."
Yes, she'd taken a dive into the planet's river, and yes, it'd been full of a whole lot of unknown substances. They'd quarantined, tested, then tested again while Leonard had seen to the more serious of Jim's injuries, but by the time he finally makes his way in without a hazmat suit, she's too exhausted to be relieved the scans came out negative.
Her gaze does soften when she sees him though, giving him a dry, weary smile. "Depends. Does it come with a bourbon?"
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I think I can snag a bottle of something decent. When and where?
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Whichever you prefer.
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I'll bring the glasses. In a couple of hours, does that work for you?
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Caught in the Rain
This side of the planet was mostly uninhabited, and the bulk of the crew they'd brought were from medical looking to collect plants for healing studies. Sara and Leonard had stolen away on a walk by the lake under the thinly-veiled guise of seeking out shelter for the night, the clouds low and gray in the sky.
When they're far enough away from the crew, Sara slips her hand into Leonard's, glancing up as a roll of thunder rumbles in the distance. ]
Damn. They'll try and call us back soon, if it starts raining. [ She glances over at him, cocking a brow and switching her comm link off. ] Too bad we're out of range, huh?
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Well, for now anyway. Give him time.
That sound of thunder certainly gets him a little worried, though Sara's little comment, followed by her turning her comm link off, makes him chuckle. ]
Seems like going to too great lengths just to get me all to yourself, don't you think?
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Still, it's not like they get a lot of time to steal away together if they're not cooped up in each other's rooms, and walking hand-in-hand in the fresh air is a nice respite. Even if she's sure he'll inevitably find something to grumble about - especially with the rain looming.
At his question, she flashes him a grin, stopping in her tracks to pull him in closer. ]
You see right through me, Dr. McCoy. You're trapped now.
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Anyway, at least the rain hasn't reached them yet, so her little tug only makes his smile stretch wider, his free hand moving to rest on her waist. ]
Well, that just sounds terrible. And what are you gonna do with me now you got me?
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nursed back to health??
His relationship with Dr. McCoy is an interesting one. The jabs and annoyances they send to each other is something Spock actually enjoys, and he gathers that the doctor is of a similar mind. But sometimes, those annoyances are less enjoyable.
Like now. ]
Doctor, I assure you once again that due to my unique physiology, I will recover from this illness at three times the rate of an average human. [ Never mind that that's a Vulcan statistic, which he's only half of, and that his voice comes out a little raw and nasally. Spock is not unaware of these, just like how he's pale and has a bit of temp. He just ignores them. ]
While I will admit that my physical performance has perhaps lessened by 3.48% at most- [ -at best- ] -my compacity for tasks of the mind is still at peak performance. Therefore, I see no reason for me to be off-duty. Will you please return my PADD now?
u asked for it
But by God, does he. Goddamn bastard always leaving him at wits' end. Luckily, this is one situation where he's got the upper hand, in the sense that he can most certainly pull rank on Spock if he even tries to give him a headache. ]
Oh, let me guess, you're also the one of us two who went to medical school, and later specialized on xenomedicine. Got it, that must mean you're perfectly fine.
[ Spock better not try to get up, or else Leonard's pinning his shoulder back down on the bed. Again. ] Quit your whinin'. You're about thirty years too old for that crap. Now make yourself comfortable and let me take care of you.
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And he could, too, despite McCoy shoving him back down. He's strong enough to throw a human his size across the room... on a normal day. He could probably do it today. Doesn't much feel like it at the moment. ]
Three year old Vulcans do not whine, Doctor, much the same as I am not whining now. I am merely attempting to state facts that you are willfully ignoring. I can still perform my duties at optimum efficiency.
[ But hopefully he doesn't have to make his case for much longer because he's starting to go a little hoarse. ]
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Also try and toss him across the room, see what happens. ]
Too bad you can't listen to yourself. I'm almost tempted to say your whinin' is enough to best Jim's when he's the one bedridden, but I don't want to test my luck. [ Which is already shitty to begin with. ]
Thankfully my professional experience doesn't depend on your say-so to determine whether my patients are fit for duty or not. [ A heavy, pointed pause, then he stares flatly at Spock. ] Unless you're claiming you don't trust my professional expertise and abilities as a doctor.
[ He's evidently not above guilt-tripping Spock into playing along. ]
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that's only because the mun got confused/distracted BUT!! gonna roll with it
oh WHOOPS
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camping
He refused to groan as he straightened from checking the ties of the tent (because even self-erecting tents needed to be checked). Sunshine spotted in through thick leaf cover, the forests of this planet a strange mix of Earth jungle and conifer forests. Sounds abounded in a different way the the ship - chirps, clicks, twigs snapping, brush moving, the world just breathing around them rather than beeps and hydraulic hissing and boots on metal.
Damn.
"I have to admit - it's nice out here."
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"What, you expected any different?" He shot Jim an amused look, eyebrow arched, as he tucked their backpacks into the tent, making sure the sleeping bags were straightened out before he zipped up the door again. "Alright, how about we go grab some logs for the campfire? We're gonna need that for later tonight. And for our dinner."
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“You’re actually going to cook on an open fire in the middle of the woods?”
His tone betrayed the eyebrow raise even if his face didn’t, though there’s amusement. For someone who had first come across as scared of everything and probably a little germaphobic when they first met, hearing Bones declare hed cook in slightly questionable sanitary place was refreshing. He hadn’t seen this side of Bones before.
It was kind of hot.
“At least tell me you brought the stuff for s’mores.”
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It was cooked over a fire! Fire destroyed all the potential bacteria and viruses and anything else Leonard could possibly imagine. Plus, he brought perfectly conserved food, all in their perfectly airtight containers. As if he would ever risk Jim's or his own health, honestly.
"Who the hell did you take me for?" He scoffed, glancing sideways at Jim, and then grinning lopsidedly. "Course I brought the stuff for s'mores. Come on, let's go grab some decent logs for our fire."
He nudged at Jim's arm, moving along once he was sure his friend and Captain was keeping up by his side.
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[ Despite the words, his voice comes out a little breathless, hushed in-between kisses because they still are in sick bay, after all. Granted, his office is private and safely locked, but it still doesn't change the fact that it's his place of work, and they're absolutely making out with her pressed back against the wall, his hand sneaking up her thigh. ]
And I'm supposed to be workin', you know.
[ Not that he seems terribly upset about taking a break. ]
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I thought you still were. ( there's a quicker press of a kiss, not wanting to lose his touch between the pause in her words ) Doing a-- very thorough check up.
( she's terrible, she knows, but it's been a damn long time since she's seen him (or anyone friendly) and she can't help but be caught up in his specific charms. besides, with the tight grip she's got keeping him pulled to her he wasn't going anywhere )
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Morning After
"What time is it?" She said, her voice scratchy as she sat up, her upper body bare. She wasn't embarrassed that she had slept with her CMO. It wasn't the first time they had fallen into bed together. It was the first time that she had woken up with more than a few marks on her back.
Re: Morning After
Right now though, he was just too hungover to talk about it. He rolled onto his back, checking the time. "Still early," he mumbled, glancing over to Jamie. He reached out to touch her back with a frown. "You've got some marks."
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"We had a rough night. Don't regret it though," she muttered as she laid back down and snuggled back up to him. She got rather cuddly after sex. "Too early to get up."
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Nursed Back to Health
Mostly one piece. They're both banged up badly, the Captain under heavy sedation after surgery, Sara sulking in her cot as she tolerates treatments and tests and poking and prodding into the early hours of the morning.
Groaning when the door hisses open again, she shifts uncomfortably in her bandages, struggling to sit up. "If one more person scans with me that thing, I will shove it so far up their ass it'll come up out of their mouth-"
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He steps up to her bed, giving her a flat look and tilting his head. "I thought I might just heal your injuries. Unless you've got something against decent medical care."
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Her gaze does soften when she sees him though, giving him a dry, weary smile. "Depends. Does it come with a bourbon?"
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