[Checking In | Private]

[dammit_imadoctor]

Who; Leonard McCoy and James T Kirk
What; Checking in
Where; Common Housing, Jim's Room
When; May 25, Evening
Warnings; None


[It had been a few weeks since McCoy had woken up in Genessia and he was, he supposed, starting to adjust. As time had went on and the chances of them getting home before they wore out their free stays in the common housing shrank, he'd even gotten a job.

Genessia's hospital wasn't as advanced as he was used to, but it was easier to adapt to then what they had in Nova City. He could, smuggling some things through the arch, do more good there.

Spock had found work of his own and was working on his experiments, on finding them a way out on top of things. He might wind up branching into five more scientific disciplines by the time they were home, but at least he was busy.

Jim on the other hand, seemed to be more busy worrying him than anything else. It was some kind of twisted joke, landing here, stranded, just after he'd gotten that mid-life crisis of his in hand.

That was why McCoy had made a stop on the way back from work, to pick up a bottle of whiskey and a few glasses before he made his way to the room Jim had wound up with. He knocked on the door, leaning close to listen for any sign of movement.]

Jim, it's me. Open up.

Comments

[dammit_imadoctor]

Well, [McCoy starts, with a rare twinkle in his eye that can't mean anything but trouble. He makes to pour another swill of whiskey into each glass.] With all this hub-bub about the Guardian nominations, the plan was to nominate you. That didn't work out.

[He offered his glass out to clink with Kirk's, then took a drink and waited for Jim to take his. Then, he adds;]

The damn Vulcan beat me to it.

[james_tiberius]

[It takes Jim a moment to get past sputtering to respond to this, because he honestly has no idea how to take it. And he never in a million years would have thought that this was what Bones's big plan was. Guardian nominations?]

You're kidding. Right?

[He's not sure if he hopes he is or not. He's too surprised by the whole deal.]

[dammit_imadoctor]

[Oh you wish he was kidding Jim.]

Not a chance. Check the network if you don't believe me.

[He finished the drink, fighting a smile and crossing his arms to indicate that he was more than willing to wait. This didn't mean he wasn't watching his reaction.]

Of course, you've still got to accept the nomination.

[james_tiberius]

I believe you. [Or, well, he did now, anyway. He didn't have to check - if Bones was telling him to, it meant it was real. Jim takes a drink instead of responding further at that moment, finishing it and taking a second to look at the glass like he was considering something.]

Right. Which.. you obviously think I should do.

[dammit_imadoctor]

I do.

[McCoy was blunt about that.]

I think it'd do you good, and this place. Spock obviously agrees you're right for the job or he sure as hell wouldn't have nominated you.

Win or lose the race, you'd be stupid not to try. Anyway - who knows what doors and information it might open. It's not admitting defeat, it's adapting and leaving your mark on this place while we're stuck here.

[james_tiberius]

You think so, huh? [It's a rhetorical question, and one he'd never ask if it weren't just him and Bones. He trusts Bones implicitly, so it doesn't bother him as much to let him see that he's uncertain.

[He knows Bones is probably right, though. Uncertainty and the newness of all of this aside- the idea is tempting. Guardians protected people, directed law enforcement - it wouldn't be all that different from what he did every day. He'd just be doing it planetside.]

You have a point. Just.. one question. [He smiles up at Bones, and asks,] Do I get to keep my day job?

[dammit_imadoctor]

[McCoy rolls his eyes, gaze turning upwards even though he still smiled. It was a moment before he looked back down at Jim.]

You'll probably want to quit it if you win, but it's not like you'd listen to me if I told you know.

[There's a beat, and for a moment his sarcasm melts away as he meets his eyes.]

You've got this.

[james_tiberius]

[Jim shrugs, leaning back a little finally, looking at the small window in his room. Thinking. He smiles a little when he reaches his decision.]

Well. [There's a weight to the word, and he looks back to Bones before continuing.] I'm not going to turn it down.

Yes, that means he's going to go for it.]

[dammit_imadoctor]

I'm shocked. [Bones tells him with a hint of the usual vinegar, but he breaks into a smile afterwards.]

[Then, of course, he reaches out takes the cup from Jim's hand, gesturing his head towards Jim.]

But in that case you've got an application to fill out. Better get to work.

[james_tiberius]

[Jim pulls a face when the glass is taken from him, but he shakes it off.]

Yeah, yeah. I'll get it.

[dammit_imadoctor]

You can get another once it's done.

[But he's still smiling.]

I've got to see this.