#howpoetic

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Pizza and Apologies

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Yeah, you’re damn right I don’t.” He sighed, closing his eyes as though blocking out the sight of his friend could make him disappear. The kid had come to apologize, of course, but McCoy could not drag himself far enough out of his black mood to appreciate that fact. Still, pizza was pizza, and the fact that Jim had brought something meant that he truly did want to talk.

Deciding he could not in any good conscience turn Kirk away the one time he wanted a constructive conversation, the doctor slumped back in his chair. “Sit down and stay there,” he growled, waving at a nearby chair.

Breathing in relief, Jim ignores the seat and instead grabs two plates from McCoy's kitchenette. That's when he takes his seat, opening the pizza box and offering his friend a plate. "I know pizza won't make up for what I said but...I really am sorry. It wasn't any of my right to get mad at you...and I had no right being so cruel with my words." Jim doesn't apologize for anything, ever. But this? He had to make an exception this time. Especially since he honestly was sorry for being cruel. He'd let his jealousy get the best of him, and it wasn't worth losing McCoy over. Not even slightly worth it.

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Jim's touch made him smile faintly. "Worst patient ever," he answered, gruffly affectionate. "Now get out of here, kid. You've got a job to do."

“You’re right.” His hand falls away reluctantly, and he takes a deep breath. “See you at dinner.” Shaking out his lingering self doubt, he gazes at his friend one more time before he wiggles his eyebrows and takes his leave. That time? Well, that time his eyes didn’t look so sad.

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The smile doesn't help. In fact, McCoy's shoulders stiffen, and he too defaulted to his usual expression: a twist of the lips and a scowl. "I guess it is." He slapped a hand on Jim's shoulder, fingers tightening slightly against his shirt. "Look, if there's anything you need from me, let me know, all right?"

Looking over, with this cerulean eyes that seem so much sadder than the rest of his face, Jim nods. Reaching up hesitantly, he curls his own fingers around McCoy’s forearm. “Alright, I will. Uhm. Thanks Bones, I dunno what I’d do without you. Best doctor ever.”

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If there was anything he could say right now to comfort his friend, he could not for the life of him think of it. He wished there was some kind of magic spell or hypospray that could fix this, but there wasn't. "A glitch? Yeah, let's hope so." McCoy sighed. "Jim, I'm sorry," he repeated again, hopelessly, as though that would make any difference.

He’s still nodding, hasn’t stopped for a full moment- as if he himself has come across a major glitch in his programming has frozen up. Finally the nodding stops, and he pushes himself to his feet. Doing what he always does when he’s saddled with a load of bullshit, he throws a smile on his face and shrugs, slipping the mask back on. “Sometimes you wake up with a tight piece of ass- and sometimes you wake up pregnant as fuck. That’s life Bones.” He should leave the metaphors to the doctor.

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He sighed. "Yeah," he muttered, "yeah, I know. Look, I'm sorry about this. I can't do a damn thing until we know where the kid came from and what it is. I wish I could."

Nodding, he stares at one of the walls in a distant way and heaves a sigh. “Yeah. I understand Bones.” Shit, shit, shit. “I’m sure everything will work itself out, maybe it’s even just a glitch.” He says it hopefully, but he feels no hope. 

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"Dammit, I'm not some superhuman with x-ray vision that can tell just by looking at ya what your kid'll look like! If it's the spores, you can likely find a surrogate host for them - but hell, let's be realistic. You don't know where the thing came from and neither do I." He wished he did, though. Nobody knocked up his captain - his Jim - and then abandoned him with the kid without incurring the wrath of Leonard McCoy. "All we can do is wait until there's some development."

“Bones. You of all people know how impatient I am.” Mumbling, he rubs at his forehead and frowns. It took a lot to throw Jim off enough to ruin his happy go lucky mask, but this? This definitely qualified as a lot.

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[he laughs] but can you just imagine a little human wriggling around your insides, movivng your intestines out of the way, doing backflips.

Staring at him a moment, he swallows hard and turns away. “I have to go find Bones, why am I even talking to you?”

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"Do I look like I'm joking?" Shaking his head, McCoy sighed. "Well, if you didn't sleep with anyone, did you look at anyone funny? There's a species called the Abanteans that impregnate others via spores; maybe you walked by one of those. Haven't seen any glassy-eyed caterpillars lately, have you?" ( h-p )

“I don’t think so!” Looking panicked now, he sinks into a chair and tries to catch his breath. He did not sign up for this shit when he joined Starfleet, thank you very much. “Spores- caterpillars— is my child going to come out with tentacles, Bones?!”